Pam glanced at me and smiled. She pushed her mother from her pussy.“That's enough, slut,” Pam commanded. “Stop licking my ass. Your son wants to...love me now.”“Yes, Mistress,” my Mommy-slut cooed. She pulled her face away from Pam's butt-cheeks.“I'm going to love you so hard,” I growled.Her hands grabbed my dick. “Mmm, you got me all warmed up with our mommy-slaves. Now I need a cock in me.”“Fuck her hard, stud!” Melody cooed. “Lee, fetch my strap-on. I want to fuck that ass of yours.”We had to. I shared my story with them. In comparison to theirs, mine was as traumatic as a scraped knee. None of them judged me. They encouraged me to fight. Some of them had resisted more successfully than others. All agreed, the lower you fell, the greater you suffered. Poor Lila had fallen very low, but she wasn’t the one worst off. Her comment about the differences of their experiences sank into my soul. Their session ended when the candle burned out. I left by myself. Each member must, to avoid. They were past being modest around each other. In fact, both seemed more comfortable in the nude than clothed. He liked that she was always close by if he wanted to kiss between her breasts or squeeze her ass. He liked even more having her rest her head against his chest listening to his heart beat.They went to an upscale restaurant for dinner. Unlike the night before, Ann Marie didn't pick at her food; she dove right in. All the sex must have built up her appetite, too. Or maybe the. And, frankly, I was surprised by that.I wondered, though, if I should be surprised. Janey had said, at one point, that we had four years to figure things out, and while that was true in a sense, it wasn’t true the way she seemed to have meant it. For her, it seemed to be that we’d have fun, and then figure things out later, whereas for me, it was a combination of both. And as I thought about it, Tasha took the other possible course — decide things now and have fun later.As I thought about it,.