“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t develop deeper relationship with the younger guys, either. Kurt’s probably your best choice because you two s...em to have clicked. Dave works for you, no matter what silly structure you’ve created that makes it look like it’s the other way around. Pete’s too straitlaced for you. That will come in very handy in some circumstances, but you don’t want to stifle yourself, either.”“But you’re my best friend!” I protested.“I am. But there are some things about which I. ..umm...despise your wicked mother?" What!" Such an idea would never have occurred to me. "Despise you? My God, Mom! I--I love you more than ever! How could I ever despise you?"Mom sort of giggled in a pleased but embarrassed way. "Well, that's a relief. I didn't know what you would think of me. After all, it was almost all my fault." Mom, are you--I mean--do you regret very much that it happened?" I timidly asked."I don't know what came over me," Mom said. "I knew I shouldn't do it, but I just. Very soon, each of these men were taking turns to thrust their hard cocks into my sopping pussy.The gangbang continued with every hard dick stranger that walked in, wanting a turn from me on the filthy men's room floor. My Black Master finally came in my mouth and he pulled out, letting other man to enjoy my oral skills. I also used my both hands to jerk off any cock I could reach, bobbing my head on every dick buried in my wet mouth, as I wiggled my butt at the men behind me, hoping they would. ”“Oh? And here I thought you wanted a sugar Daddy. Remember?” I reached under her green and gold sweater and yanked it up. Past her head messing up her disheveled hair even more. Past her bound wrists so she was in her swollen sports bra. Her huge orbs pushing it out as I looked down at her.My hands moved on their own. Brittney’s hand reached back around my body. Squeezing my thickness through my slacks as I molested her friend.“I changed my mind,” Mandy wailed. “Please - don’t Brittney don’t.