The taste deep under his foreskin was much more pungent but at least Winston's hygiene was good. Winston pulled back and tilted Brock's face up to his... Brock closed his mouth but Winston shook his head. Brock reopened it. Already he was their obedient slave. He kept telling himself it was only 3 months. Then Winston spat in Brock's mouth. Brock flung his head back and hit it on the wall. He gagged and spat on the floor. It was somehow worse than the piss and taste of cock. It felt so intimate. She had really expected one of the European royalty girls to be here for the initiation. Worse, Donald had been at the same function. Maybe, they hadn't met. That would certainly be for the best.I had written Mother to tell her exactly when I would be returning home. She had responded by sending our carriage and driver to take care of me. Earlier, this afternoon the two of us had loaded all of my belongings into the coach and I was now being driven to the society's hall in London.It was my last. She felt her hand grasp his cock on her own now, beginning to stroke it feeling him pushing her shoulders down as he was whispering how he wanted her to suck his cock. Her mind was spinning, the lust in her body was taking control, whatever he was whispering she would do she was losing control. Crissy began sucking his cock as she stroked it, one hand cradling his balls (she could feel how full he was and continued to stroke them) sucking his cock finding herself anxious for his hot cum to. She yelped but started shoving back at Ben in little pushes. She got an inch in her, then a second, as she moaned in delight. Ben shoved hard and buried half his cock in her. She came again pouring her cum and Coach Mays’ cum out onto the floor. “Where did you boys find this cunt?” Coach Mays asked laughing. “She is my girlfriend’s mom,” I answered. “She is an awesome fuck,” Ben said as he drove his cock into her tight ass balls deep. Ben fucked her tight ass for ten minutes before he came.