Holding the knife, I told Sara to take off her sweater. Her chin dropped as she heard my request. She tried to process things and found that complying...to my order is probably the smartest move to make in her situation. I’m blocking the only way in and out of the tent. If she’d scream there wouldn’t even be a guarantee that someone would hear her.She took it off. “The bra, too,” I said. She stared at me for a moment but complied again. Now she is sitting there self-conscious and confused. I took. They returned to empty their trays of the collected cups andplates."Well, what are you waiting for? Hop to Kittens, you have guests waitingfor you." She directed the next three.She kept them at it for nearly an hour, as she moved through the roomsetting out obstacles for them to navigate around and over. As Mika,Chantilly and Thomas began their second round, they had each added a teatowel over one arm and a cleaning rag to wipe up any spills as they went.Bianca had told the waiting guests that. . all the way to the bottom. I tried breathing through my nose to regain balance and concentration, holding my position for a few seconds, until my natural reaction hit me and pulled me back up, causing me to choke a little. A long trail of saliva hung from his cock to my mouth, dribbling onto the floor. We both knew we didn't care in this moment. Our play time always contained some sort of filthy mess. Usually it was me, at the end of it. "Good girl," he said, patting my head in an adoring. Then I laughingly dumped them. In the end they are all the same, you know. Don't think your little slut is anything special. They are all high and mighty at first, all prim and peculiar until you grab their hair and pull them over your throbbing cock.They may gag and choke on you, but they swallow. They may gasp and moan. But they will thank you and come back for more.You know me, I am Phil Mortensen and I screwed your wife. Don't think it is your fault, buddy. She begged me.("Wow, that sure is.