“ Were taking you down stairs to the main room where we hold our parties its our anniversary tonight and I would like to share it with you. Were...having a little party. Just us and the rest of the slaves in the house.” Some how I got the feeling that it wasn’t a request. She unlocked the chain from the floor and carried it and dragged me behind her all the way down stairs. We entered the room by the stairs. It’s a big room there were other slaves in there already two guys were going at one. Each time his ass clenched, I knew another burst of cum was soiling Stepmom’s belly. I pumped my Cock hard and shot my load against the plywood wall in front of me. As the driver jumped into his clothes, I zoomed in to get a shot of Stepmom dipping her fingers in the puddle of fresh spunk and licking it off as though it were chocolate.Back in my room, I pushed the tape into the VCR and settled back for a jack-off session. In those days, I needed three a day to maintain my sanity. Thanks to. To my surprise she opened the door herself, wearing designer jeans and a silk blouse that cost more than my car. Deliberately dressed in old jeans and a black Ramones t-shirt I immediately had one more reason to despise her.“Hi,” she said brightly. “Come on in. I thought we would work in the library, it’s my favourite room.”I smiled malevolently, imagining her actually reading a book. She led me through the house to a pair of oak doors. She drew them open, exposing a huge room lined floor to. He gasped, "Ahhhh!!" and exploded. He heard a muffled shriek below him as a torrent of hot cum hit the back of Angie's throat. Despite her passion, she instinctively started to draw back, but James was having none of that. He held her head firmly in place, grunting and groaning as he pumped gob after gob of hot, creamy goo into her mouth. His hips jerked and he grunted loudly with each spurt - one ... two ... three ... four ... five ... SIX! Angie could hardly believe it. She felt her mouth.