Immediately, I undressed, kept all my clothes in a bag and handed it over to mistress Debbie. She slapped me one more time and said, “You forgot how...to greet your mistress, you unworthy piece of crap!!”I immediately dropped down and started licking her feet. She kicked me in the face and went to the sofa and sat in Dhruv’s lap. I was asked to lie down on the floor next to them and I did. They rested their feet on my chest as they passionately made out on the sofa.Then mistress Debbie pulled my. Even our imagining sex wasn’t possible anymore due to the terrible memories of that day and it’s consequences.Three months after the incident I finally heard from my sister and she told me that her life was in ruins. My wife had finally got up the courage to phone her brother and his story was pretty much the same. Each of them had been put out of their homes and were living in dingy apartments, depressed and lonely. My wife and I fretted about the awful situation that we had helped put them. Stuarts tongue began to slide between the outer lips of my pussy as he slowly licked up and down, running his tongue between the outer and inner lips, tasting my wetness and eagerly pushing in further. He had seemed hesitant at first but suddenly seemed overcome with excitement and I felt his old, rough hands reach down and spread my pussy lips apart. Stuart groaned as he began to lap at my young wet pussy, his tongue all over me, eating me hungrily. It did feel good and I had to admit that the. Layla wore shiny black bicycle pants and a grey top that barely covered her nipples and left her belly exposed. Not very practical, thought Greta. But she did have nice tits.The triangle clanged again, and Loopy called, "Don't make us come in there after you." Instinctively, the women gathered together and hugged, then headed one by one outside.Greta was first. When she emerged into the sunlight, there were several whistles from the men. "Get a load of them legs," said one. "What I wouldn't.