They made her look younger. Martin was thinking that too; she looked about fifteen. A very well developed fifteen, it’s true. Her eyes were her best...feature, she knew that. Large and round, they were designed to encourage attraction. Again, like a child, rather than an adult. She smiled at herself, and saw something out of the corner of her eye. “Ohh! You surprised me!”“Like what you see, do you?” Martin asked.“Well, more to the point, do you?”“Oh yes, you look lovely. I don’t know how to ask. I opened my eyes to find his cock in front of my face.“Suck it and make it sloppy. You’re gonna want it to be really wet.”I looked up at his eyes and saw the hunger and the need there still. But there was something more in his eyes. Steven was honestly concerned about hurting me. I guess he is still my brother.I welcomed the large cock into my mouth, feeling the veins against my lips as he stretched my mouth to my maximum once again. God I missed that feeling. What the fuck is happening to me?. The other guy who had been standing off to the side stroking his cock the whole time told Max ?Times up Maxwell, get the fuck out the way, it?s my turn to drop a load on this bitches face?. Max climbed off my wife and the other guy came over and was pumping his cock and occasionally slapping her face with it while he called her every name in the book. He kept saying she was a cock loving slut who was going to lick a lot of black ass and suck a lot of cum out of black cocks before the nights. The only problem was she wasn't sure how long it would take the subject to figure out how to control it. Until then the mohair would have control over the person. Morphing into whatever the person was thinking.At that moment I was going to say something but as my mouth opened, the thought of how the mohair would taste entered my mind. I then felt the yarn enter my mouth and circle around my tongue. This caused me to think about a gag, which was then instantly made in my mouth. I now couldn't.