“Fuck you, rich slut fuck, come on whore harder.” I don’t know what it was about the words he was speaking to me but they made me hotter and hot...er. It was then I noticed a pair of legs in front of me. It was Di; she had her hand inside her knickers and was playing with herself. Then she ripped off her own knickers and made my mouth go onto her pussy. I could feel the caretaker fucking me so hard and at the same time was licking and sucking my best friend’s clit. Just as I felt my cum starting. So you're just using a little psychology on your old dad, huh? You've been so good I haven't had to spank you in ten years..." Twelve years," I interrupted him with a giggle."Twelve years, okay, and so maybe you deserve a pony for all that ... goodness." He was smiling. "Is that it? Did I get it right?" Mmmm..." I wiggled my head, " ... Mostly. Yeah." I'll think about it," he promised and that actually surprised me, because that was practically a yes coming from my dad."Really?" I stared at. So 3 left. I continued and took my time. I excluded an other guy based on size and thickness and now 2 left. I needed to get both of them as hard as possible with my hands; they sat next to one other and I took a cock in each hand and slowly played them. I hoped my BF was not with the 3 I excluded. Then after a while rubbing I knew who was my BF coz the other was clearly bigger. So i told him, still with the blindfold on my face: “I think it’s you but in case I make a mistake I go for the other. If it gets destroyed, so do I. That's why I have encased it in bulletproof plastic." "So why did you let your plaything escape? You don't look like the kind of guy who is into balding fifty year old men." "Quite right, Mr. Davenport. I like having young beautiful women around me, especially those who attract a great deal of media attention. It's good for the ego. In today's world, as you very well know, it is not who you are, but who you are fucking at the time that determines the measure of a.