And Aleska, play with her clit.’ ‘Cum Donna’ I thought and released the pheromones. Soon Donna was crying in pleasure as Aleska gently rubbed he... clit. I slid one finger, then a second inside her wet hole and she came again. ‘Oh get those clothes off!’ Donna ordered me after she calmed down. I stood and both women were on me, Aleska taking off my shirt and kissing down my chest, Donna on her knees stripping off my pants and stroking my cock. ‘Oh such a nice cock.’ Purred Donna ‘Это прекрасно’. In the morning I tried to redo my hair, and managed okay, but I slippedon clean panties, a pair of shorts and a top without a bra and went tothe kitchen where I got blasted by mom. In no uncertain terms she toldme to go put a bra on, and never to leave my room unless I was properlydressed. She didn't need to explain, I got the message. I was back in afew minutes. After some coffee and cereal, she laced me back into thecorsolet and I knew that I would have to endure it for as long as momsaid so.. She smeared a generous dollop of cool lube all over her puckered ass and, wasting no time, gasped as she sawed one and then two fingers in and out of the grasping heated flesh.Relax, relax, relax, she kept saying to herself, fucking her fingers slowly. She moaned softly as she twisted them back and forth. Her tummy was fluttering and her nipples were like flint. Gathering more lube, she pushed it inside herself and all around, hoping it would help with her 'chore'. That's how she was defining. I felt his – it was huge – cock pressing against my bottom. He continued to play with my tits and nipples and I was ashamed to find myself getting wet. “Mrs. Adams, I am not going to hurt you. But I am going to fuck you. I am not going back to Portugal without cumming in you.” I stood there now completely naked except for my Dansk clogs. I reached up behind my neck to the knot on the dishtowel and pulled. “I am not going to scream, Manolo..