. Without hesitation, she leaned over and took it into her mouth without using her hands! Half of my hard young cock was down her throat and her lips ...queezed and pulled back draining the last bit of juice from my ejaculation. It was unbelievable. She laid back and with a smile on her face, she said, "Do you have any more left in there?" All I could say was, "I think so Mum!"She responded, "Well, we have all weekend to get all of it out."I was in a dreamlike c*** and could not believe this was. They only backed off and ran away laughing once the girls burst into tears.None of the girls told their Moms about the incidents. They’d just coped with the distress on their own. However, I could see how relieved that they now were to be able to unburden and talk openly about the events without the fear of criticism or blame. We were all in tears as they completed their stories.As I pieced our experiences together, I surmised that the gang were locals and deliberately picking on girls that. I'm sorry you two had to miss the celebration upstairs. To make up for it, I saved two bottles of the best champagne for you. Besides," he kicked at the largest lump on the cart, "it's his Anniversary next week, just about the time you get down there. It would be a shame not to toast to his good health, right?" He gave a big laugh, as if this was a great joke."Gee, that's real nice of you boss. Thanks." Max took possession of the bottles."Remember guys, work first, play later. This is the good. I needed to think. I felt for reassurance and found it in my pocket. I smiled as I took out the silver snuffbox - a gift from an appreciative client - its contents helped me focus. I popped the lid. One hundred grams of these tiny creatures contained seven milligrams of iron. Compared to beefsteak these were dynamite.To the reassuring crack of a husk, I settled down with my Pastel Babies, and opened the envelope. Inside was a wad of black and white photographs of an old man somewhere between.