The thrill was missing. Once you give in to that amazing fetish you can never really go back, no matter how much you try. And today Gabriella decided ...o go back to it. Because today was when her son had a sleepover with two of his friends. One of the things she and her husband experimented with was working on each other’s boundaries. They even did it through hypnotic conditioning. So, with time Gabriella developed quite some different tastes and now her appetite developed towards something. A number of assistants also assiduously cleaned up the cummy mess which was all over the floor of the stage. One had to ask oneself how just twelve guys had managed to produce such an enormous quantity of sperm. How did their bodies manage to make it at such a rate? Where did it all come from? How did they do it?A number of assistants assiduously cleaned off the floor of the stage, which after two bouts of relentless posing and ejaculation was also swimming in cum and had become dangerously. Karen though she could trust him with all the people around, plus he was amusing and honest about looking at her body. Her large nipples became erect as he obviously stared at them, " I'm Karen and I would like you sitting with me!" she told him.Tom moved his chair over next to her blanket, his rock hard cock twitching around in his swim trunks. She was quite the beauty and looked much younger than her age. Her petite little body was every boy and man's dream. Her tanned body glistened with sun. "Just who are you calling 'fallen', you old fart?" Vel protested. "You don't see a collar around my neck, now do you?" I don't know," Don cackled. "If I remember correctly there was a certain sea captain who once told me he'd never be anchored to anywhere. Seems to me there's a rather pretty anchor attached to your side there." Nonsense!" Vel blustered. "Why it was just good business, that's all. As for the collar, well how else am I supposed to control such a willful wench? She's no anchor..