Trisha had helped clear away the dinner dishes, but remained in the kitchen so Mark went to look for her."Yeah, just a little over-whelmed, I guess," ...risha replied, meekly. "I told you, I'm not very good at meeting parents." You're doing fine," Mark encouraged while lightly nibbling Trisha's neck. He barely got his words out when Joe entered the kitchen and pulled him away for a pool game with the younger boys. When Trisha re-entered the living room, Jessie and Margie were the only ones. "I'm in no rush, why don't you let your staff get off and I'll help you clear up" I offered."Are you sure?" Yeah, it's only fair, they've worked really hard tonight" OK then" said Jo, with a grin that suggested she knew my real intentions.Before long the doors were locked and we had the place to ourselves. We made an effort at clearing glasses and plates away, but the sexual tension was obvious."You know, we really should do this again sometime" I laughed to Jo"Yeah" she replied, moving closer. I want to fuck you, darling," you moan into my ear, pulling my lobe into your mouth, fingers busy still, rolling my fat nipple between them, pulling it, tweaking it. It's not sore, not quite, a pleasurable pain, a sweet ache.I wrap my fingers around your fat shaft and I smile, feeling it becoming firmer as I pull your foreskin back and forth, faster, tighter. God, I fucking love your cock. I mean I really fucking love your cock. I turn to face you and I am in your arms, my hand busily coaxing. In the morning they were led out and saw how terrible their poor friend looked after a night in the cold and wet. Blue with cold and shivering - she was also obviously suffering from the cramped conditions in the cage. The wire mesh was digging into her knees and legs."Oh Gwen, how could we be so selfish? Letting her suffer like that - Let's get it over with. I forgive you any harm you do me." And I you, dearest! We'll pay these bastards back twenty times what we're forced to do to each other.