I could feel her finger back there. Curling inside me, stroking the root of my cock from the inside as she sucked harder and faster. My engorged prick...felt as though it was exploding. I could feel it. Leaking. I could feel Angela, now on her knees before me, swallowing - taking my load down her throat. The sensations were frantic and complicated even before I realised that Angela was masturbating with her other hand. Staring blankly at the kitchen wall, I tried to take in all the details:. Eyebrows were raised when I said that I’d asked Juan, Jorge, and Giuseppe to join us, and suggested we use the family dining room for breakfast. My request was met with curious looks all the way around, but was quickly acceded to, when I explained that we’d be discussing a topic I didn’t want overheard.Our three guests arrived almost simultaneously, and after a great breakfast I started the discussion.“Thank you all for meeting me this morning on such short notice. The reason I asked you all. When she finally stopped, she was exhausted. Her body was soaked in sweat, her hair hung limp. She lay panting, and lay like a rag doll.But she was happy. "Wow! I don't know what you did to me, but thank you!"I knelt before her, so she could kiss my cock. "So, you like being my bitch? For me to use however I want?"Vonda started kneading her breasts. "Oh god! Yes! Just having you call me your bitch is a turn on."Pyx was watching all this happen, with mounting alarm. She motioned for me to follow. I slide towards it and sit on the bed. Nick leans in close to me and brushes his hand across my face. He knees down before me and takes my shoes off. I feel the sudden coolness when my feet are released from the shoes. He leans forward and takes both my feet in his hands; he starts to massage them slowly and softly. I lean back and moan. My toes curl up as he pulls down them with his thumbs. I feel myself getting wet at his touch. I feel the heat of his breath on my right foot. He kisses it on.