There was my mother totally naked leaning over the back of the arm chair with Mr Robinson, the next door neighbor's cock stuffed all the way up her ha...ry cunt. The dirty bastard was grunting, holding on to her hips and fucked her as hard as he could. She was loving it so much that she was actually lifting and squeezing her tit with one hand and fingering her clit with the other. I stood there long enough to hear the animal noises she was making as she bucked her wide hips to meet each of his. Virtually all the women in our group are white-collar. Donna, however, quite proudly wears a literal blue collar on her denim shirt. This one, however, was tailored more finely than the ones she usually wore as a master carpenter. Her construction attire did not extend to the blue denim skirt that covered her strong hips but bared much of her muscular thighs. I reflected that Carol also had visibly powerful muscles.As opposed to her petite sister, she was medium height. I suppose I’d call her. On the 4th or 5th thrust his cock entered my throat I tried to scream around his cock, but discovered I couldn’t as he rotated his hips, my nose buried in his dark curly crotch hairs. I cannot explain how great it feels to have a cock in my throat except to say it felt wonderfulHe pulled my head back, “You got to breath”, he said.I learned to breath when he pulled back.It didn’t take long, another 6-8 thrusts and he quickened the pace, his cock swelled even bigger, as his cum tube filled, then. It was a good job I was hooded as I musthave been blushing bright red in my cheeks. Master had already informed methat my time today would be nowhere near as brutal as last week whicheased my anxiety considerably. Instead he told me that because I hadbecome such a cock craving slut I would probably consider this a reward.Hearing the masters and mistresses laughter around me made me blush evenmore. I was so affected by these comments because I knew it was true. Icouldn't go half an hour without.