He read the Bible every night, thanks to her. Soaked up the stories. Committed his soul to God, like she said to. His parents didn't know. They weren'... religious, like him. Dad didn't even go to church, except on holidays. Mom took him and his sister every week, but Mark got the idea she was there for the people, the coffee hour afterwards the main draw. Sue, naturally, went because Mom took her. But, religious, no. They weren't.Mark had tried. Attempts to get them to say grace before dinner. During one of my father's absences Amelia asked from her chair next to her,"Grandma, when will you come visit us?"Mother looked startled and then looked at me. The uncertainty was back."We would love to have you."I thought about if for a moment and discovered I had meant it. Mother would be more than welcome at the ranch. She would love the place."Amelia ... well ... I would love to come and visit ... maybe in the summer..."I noticed mother didn't say "we".Sounding very grown up, Amelia. He didn't know what todo with the man's cum, so he swallowed it, knowing that his mistresswouldn't like a mess on the floor.Then he moved on to the second man, to Silvia's left, not getting such asurprised response, and then to a third, by which time, the diners hadfinished their starters. With the main course, he managed the other twomen and two of the women guests, finishing the final three duringdessert.As he was clearing the table in the dining room, when the men sittinground each threw a. I kept giving slow thrusts to give his boipussy some ease and then with a solid thrust, I was inside him. “Awwww” he cried out, “Awwww yes Master Fuck me Master! Make me your bitch Sirr oww ahhh ahhh”I embraced my role and slammed into him faster and harder. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you!” I said, between pants. “Oh, yes Sir!” “You love cock don’t you, bitchboy?” “Oh, yes Master ahhh I am your bitchboy ahhh make me a slut ummphh aah aaah ah!”Her cock moved against his belly with each.