“Such a pretty little whore,” the bishop smiled, pinching her cheek and winking.“I am not a whore, sir!” she retorted weakly, her face burning...with humiliation.“True. A whore gets paid, after all,” he chuckled.Any reply she might have managed was lost when another plump prick was pushed between her swollen lips and, once again, she was fucked from behind. After that, she’d lost count of how many times she was used and how many times she had climaxed (the latter being greater than the former).. I lifted away from his cock and smiled with his cum on my tongue. He smiled back and then I lifted my chin and swallowed the first load of the night. Ahhhh success, I thought. He stood and began to wipe himself off using a tissue. I put my cock back, grabbed my lube, and stood. I watched the movie as I fixed my skirt and got my purse. A moment later I heard him work the latch and then he left without a word. I smiled as I thought he used me and left. I love that feeling! I looked out. My s****r was 2 years younger than me, at age 19 and only a sophomore in college but she was well developed. She was blond, short, with an average weight, good sized but still perky boobs, and a very nice ass. Not that I would ever think to do anything with her but it is hard not to notice lately. She has been wearing very tight plaid skirts so short that her ass hangs out the bottom like some kind of schoolgirl slut. I even noticed she wasn’t wearing underwear one time. If she wasn’t wearing. Once they were seated, Harolddecided to open a bottle of his fine wine so he instructed me to bring inthree wine glasses, which I did. After he opened the bottle and pouredthree glasses he may a toast."To my favorite sister-in-law or should I say to my two favorite sisters-in-laws." Harold said with a smirk, as he looked my way.Serving took about an hour for them to finish. As they were having coffeeby the pool, I had to clear off the table, do the dishes and clean thekitchen. I was so.