I was too tired to try watching what was going on. My pussy, ass, and even throat were sore, I didn't want to be walking around, I felt like I had no ...nergy. I loved the sound of my mom's screams and moans, they turned me on, and I could just imagine what they would do for men. I could clearly make up the words, "Fuck me daddy", I loved the way that sounded. I imagined myself being in that room watching my mom, watching her get fucked. Then I imagined being mom, having those two men use me as. As I do I see Mistress watching me. Giving her finger a lick she traces a mark in the air, the raises two fingers, making sure I know she's keeping count.I'm not supposed to eat, remember, but lick their plates when they're finished.And, in case you think I spent hours throwing this together, think again. The antipasto is your basic green salad with a few olives and the like to garnish it. The spaghetti sauce is from the freezer, nuked to life and set to simmer -- it's actually better that way. Main aisa kuch nahi karta. Aapko koi galat-fehmi hui hai.Maine bola: Mujhe sab maloom hai. Mujhe apna friend hi samjho. Main to tumhe sab ke saamne daant-ti hu, isliye ki kahi unhone dekh liya to mushkil aa jayegi. Tum mujhe sab bata sakte ho. Chinta matt karo, main kisi ko kuch nahi bataungi.Fir wo thoda relax ho gaya. Usne mujhe site khol ke dikhayi.Maine usse kaha: Chal koi video sath mein dekhte hai.Pehle to wo thoda hichkicha raha tha, par baad mein wo maan gaya. Fir hamne sath mein ek. I dropped the lube and sat up, while she sat on top of me. I started licking and massaging Kaitlyn's breasts, slightly dazed by her unexpected advances, but absolutely intent. My tongue moved further down along her soft, pale flesh until I reached her pussy. It wasn't completely shaven; she had some firebush there. It was soft and pleasant though, and my tongue ran up and down her entire crotch area, finally arriving at her perfect pussy.Kaitlyn shuddered with pleasure as I ate her out, and my.