If Emily was my cum slut, Tony was now unquestionably her bitch boi and he knew it. It wasn’t the most comfortable awakening for a classic Italian s...ud, but there was no use pretending anymore that Emily wasn’t the boss of him. She had claimed his booty and he hadn’t resisted or denied her when it counted most. Tony basically surrendered to Emily’s flower power and everyone who spent the night over at his place witnessed his abject submission to her dominance.What was weird about this scenario. “For you Corrine, I’ve got my original Gin-ger, with a little extra ginger muddled in just how you like it; and for you my friend, your Basil Hayden.” He sets down a glass of amber liquor. Patrick answers my unspoken interest. “Kentucky Bourbon Whiskey.” “Marc has schooled me on the distinctions between the whiskeys, and this is the one I keep coming home to.” Despite the difference in their ages, these two men obviously have a strong friendship and I’m relieved there doesn’t seem to be any. Yumi knelt at my feet and slowly pulled off each shoe, taking time to hold each foot in her delicate hands gently. She placed my shoes on a mat by the door. Then, Yumi stepped forward, almost to hug me as her hands moved down my back and into the back of my pant waistband. Her hands ran down my ass cheeks as she pulled down my yoga pants in one quick motion. My pants were around my ankles, as she knelt again to retrieve them. Her face was even with my already moist pussy. “You are shaved,” she. She was pushing her legs up and and up to take my son inside more and more. It was maddening. I felt that I was erection again. Without a word, I turned my mouth and kissed her passionately on lips. I was almost chewing her lips. This made her hotter. She moaned and told our son to increase the speed of his ruthless strokes. He obliged her. After both started perspiring, my son let our a loud moan. He asked, ‘Where the hell I should cum?’ ‘In me, of course. I am already operated and there is no.