I immediately went to the bar and ordered a drink. Almost as if on cue, two striking guys walked up to me. "Make that one on me!" the taller one said...."Why, thank you!" I replied. 'This is too easy,' I thought to myself. The boys and I sat at a small, bar level table meant for three people. We had a couple of drinks, and started talking. The taller guy, the one who had bought me my drinks, was Charles. He was about 5'10", and a former football player. He was very funny, and super hot. Charles. Right here with everyone watching. Come for me.” Her hand slipped down to grip my head, twisting back and forth around it. “Come for me,” she whispered excitedly, “come in Mommy’s hand.”That was it. It was too much. I could almost hear it gurgle as my load shot up my shaft and exploded into her hand. I opened my eyes to see it spilling over to drip on the sleeping pad and shooting up her forearm. I turned my head to see the men looking our way as I spurt my final volleys onto the side of her. So when Tim dropped to his knees right there on the dance floor, I almost forgot to keep jacking the kid's dick because I was looking around to see if we were going to get in trouble. Apparently neither the boy nor Tim gave a fuck because he had both hands on Tim's head and he was fucking my man's mouth like there was a prize for a good job. I hadn't taken my hand off our plaything's long slim cock and began to move with the rhythm of Tim's wet lips, his spit making it easy to slide my way up. Of course, Hero had done so with his knot at very nearly exactly the proper place to put the correct amount of pressure on Elise's G-spot. No more moans: Elise began to scream out her pleasure. "FUCK! FUCK! OH, MY GOD! I HAVE NEVER HAS A FUCK THIS GOOD BEFORE!" This was so loud that surely it could be heard all over the house. Those servants who did hear it smiled in appreciation because all of them loved Elise as a beloved sister.Elise's orgasm lasted for a remarkably long time, and she.