"Nassam patted the top of Cynthia's head. She neatly caught all the spunk in her palm and wiped her hand clean on the kitchen towel. Viktor came into ...he kitchen and did not suspect a thing."Nassam, bring Saroya in here. We have a nice job to plan together."Nassam fetched a small Indian girl into the room. She wore a number of bangles on her wrists and sported large hoop earrings under her flowing hair.Viktor informed Cynthia that Saroya had worked for him ever since her 16th birthday and she. My head was swimming with a combination of beer and rapidly increasing horniness. 'How about you suck our dicks?' suggested Chris, his fingers rubbing my wet pussy harder now, through my wet panties. James looked almost nervous now as he laughed and quickly finished his beer. 'Mmm, only if I get my pussy licked in return!' I moaned. 'I think we can arrange that!' Chris assured me. Chris got up off the couch and quickly stripped off, his hard cock sticking out as he moved towards me. I sat on. She reached back and started stroking her clit. “Don’t cum yet!” she groaned loudly, even as she brought herself off. I felt her pussy contracting around my dick; her sphincter muscles squeezing the two fingers that I had shoved up her ass. I grit my teeth and rode it out, wondering why she wanted me not to cum since that is what she said she missed about men.As her orgasm lessened, she fell forward, causing my cock and fingers to slip from their respective orifices. “Did you cum?”“Um, no.” I. ”“Mrs. Addison wants a turf house built for the major part of the ceremony. It has to hold at least twenty-five people. She says it needs to be near a river or creek if at all possible. We need it within two days. You’ll have to gather the men to get it done.”“What’s a turf house, Mom?” Kevin asked.Kathy shrugged: “I don’t know. You’ll have to look it up on-line and do the best you can. I have to go make some lunch, then wake your father. We needed some stress relief too.”Kevin turned scarlet..