I was disappointed as I had not cum yet and my first threesome guy blew his load so quick. I am sure I said something to Paul about it and he felt bad... Not as much as Alan did. Alan being the man whore took over. He pulled my thong off me, lay down on the bed and asked me to ride his cock like a cow girl. I had my heels still on and it was awkward on the futon mattress to squat over Alan’s cock. He held me by my waist as he fucked my pussy. Alan was always a great fuck. That is why we were. Again I had to shut my eyes because piss stings. She spoke, I'll translate."You dirty bastard – drink my piss – this will repay you for your infidelity."She then lowered herself down so her cunt was right on my mouth. She was still pissing but not as fast as it was. She positioned her hairy twat right down on my mouth; I not option but to drink the last lot. She rubbed her cunt, trying to get off on my tongue. It felt funny being upside down staring at her arsehole. My tongue dehooded her clit. I wanted it so bad. I rapidly bobbed my head back and forth on the length of his dick that fit in my tiny, little mouth. He yelled, "You like that don't you cocksucker? I told you you would be back for your Master's cock!" I made a muffled noise that sounded like "yeah" as I continued to take more and more of his long, rock hard dick into my mouth. My lips slid even more rapidly back and forth as I mumbled louder noises of pleasure. I loved it! I loved taking this man's rigid, powerful cock. As I looked around it seemed like my Dad had packed a bag and left. His mobile and wedding ring had been left with a note on the kitchen table, The note just had the word “Sorry” written on it.In my parent’s bedroom there had been a suit hanging and a pressed shirt, polished shoes and a gold mask. The was written list of instructions from my Mum and an invite to the ‘Decadent Masquerade Ball’ at Taynton Manor.The Instructions said that time to live one of there fantasies, he was to be ready for.