I switched the motion of my strokes, with one hand stroking out to the right like in a counter-clockwise motion and the other hand doing the opposite....I was in a nice rhythm sucking on his head when we heard the front door open. My son was home!“The door is locked,” I told Steven, “But let’s finish up.”My hands jerked him faster while my mouth went back to work on his head. His throbbing cock felt so good in my hands but I didn’t have more time to keep enjoying it. His precum tasted delicious. ‘Good morning, sleepyhead,’ Linda said. ‘Good morning,’ Lynette replied. She felt a little funny, facing her friend, and her friend’s husband after what had happened. ‘Good morning,’ Ron said, but he concentrated on his cup of coffee, avoiding eye contact with her. Both Linda and Ron were dressed and Lynette assumed they’d be going to work. Lynette, who had gotten extremely good alimony as part of her divorce settlement, was looking for work, but hadn’t found a job yet. She decided she’d be. 'Cross your legs', he ordered, and I did so, squeezing him tightly in the process, 'Pain or pleasure', he breathed into my ear, 'Caning or Fucking, your choice girl'.He continued to hold my clasped fingers behind my head with one hand, while his other hand had descended onto my vagina, where he somewhat crudely attempted to masturbate me, with his penis sticking out from under my crotch by about an inch or so, and his shaft riding smoothly between my vaginal lips.'Do you like the feeling', I. Fuck me”, I said to the first-years and didn’t let Vipin speak.The first-years fucked me one by one and then left. Vipin was sitting in a corner, by the entrance, and was in tears. After the first-years left, I walked up to him and spoke in a stern voice, “Why are you crying? Why are you being such a girl? It was just sex, you left me unsatisfied so I got others to fuck me.”“I thought that you loved me and I was the only one you were letting to fuck you”, said Vipin tearfully.“I thought that.