He gave me a long slow lick and then another until my clit was throbbing and anticipating a good fuck. You get the rest don't you?” Stephanie smirks... She shoves another cookie in her mouth and gets up to put the jar away. “Did you at least remember their names?” I ask, disappointed. The innocent image of my angel now shattered and the idea of her being a common whore settles in. She is not my daughter anymore, she is just some slut who fucks anyone that buys her a drink. “Not really, come to. We don’t even need to be on the same continent. Who can resist a woman who bowls?’ I decided he was altogether too talkative to be enjoying this as much as I wanted him to. I slid down the bed and ran my tongue along the vein on the bottom. His groan told me Chatty Cathy had left the room. I ran my tongue over the entire surface before starting to envelop it in my mouth. All Jeff could do was moan unintelligibly. I eased off because I wanted him to regain the power of speech. ‘Do you remember. I was bummed, but when Magda asked, in halting English, if I would apply some lotion to her back, I said sure, and squeezed out some lotion in my hands and then applied it to her exposed back, and as I worked lower I saw that she has somehow slipped a pussy lip out of her suit, I was applying lotion to her thighs, and on the upstroke I rubbed on her lip and she squirmed, then when I did the other leg, I did the same thing, and when I touched her pussy again, she clamped her legs together. Three assorted cocks then serviced you in quick succession….each withdrawal eliciting a flood of glistening white spunk that splattered the floor beneath your spread legs…You were gripping and groped….mouths on your gagged face, teeth on your juggling nipples as the a****listic shagging went on and on…your hubby writhing in his bonds as your ever-redder and more abused cunt took a battering that even a cheap hooker would baulk at… Then the first guy, the one with the most massive cock wanted.