" And I do not lie, my kroshka, but as house of men it has rules of men, ones that cannot be broken."Her eyes glittered. "What kind of rules?"Val reac...ed his free hand towards her and she made no move to back away. His eyes locked to hers, he drew one grease stained finger slowly down her cheek, marking the perfect smoothness of her skin with dirt and oil. "Is called rule of konkat. Rule of finishing." There was no such rule; Val was making this up as he went along. "When woman enter house of. Silently and gracefully, she slid down to my morning wood and I was pleasantly aroused to the sensation her skilled performance. Kate was a pro, and her efforts were never anything short of sexual bliss for me. There was knock on my bedroom door from the bathroom, and I heard Amy asking me, “Jeff? Do you have a minute?” I was about to call out that I needed a little while, but to my shock Kate pulled her mouth off my shaft long enough to call out “Come in.” Amy opened the door and started to. He started moving faster, and deeper, till he was slamming up against my ass cheeks with every thrust. He grabbed me by the hair and, as if it was possible, he started moving faster and harder.“Oh my god, slow down,” slow down, I begged.“Please, that’s the thanks we get for smoking you up? I don’t think so.”He redoubled his efforts, and I could feel his cock growing inside of me. And with a grunt, he started cumming up my ass. Finally he stopped, but I wasn’t off the hook. “Greg, I think. I was really successful. If I was to bump into the owner of one of my prizes, I would stop and chat with them. I would get a semi on, knowing that I would be using her knickers to jack off to thinking about the secretions in the gusset as I held it to my nose. I never came in them. Well, sometimes I did then chucked them. But I kept my favourites. The lesbians I kept for years. The thought of her ramming her cunt with that dildo must have produced pints of my cum over the years. Even after she.