His ring of ass muscle felt hot and tight around the first few inches of my meat. I fucked, he sucked, in a state of increasing euphoria as he relaxed...and allowed me deeper and deeper inside his exquisite body. I used long slow strokes, concentrating on the extraordinary sensations his perfect little bottom was squeezing out of my shaft. The elastic ring of his hole looked so erotically taut as I pulled it in and out. His smooth young cheeks infinitely adorable in form. I could have slowly. With his eyes he indicated to the side, “Look slowly, don’t make eye contact,” he warned.Liz carefully raised her drink to her lips as she subtly looked over in the direction Scott wanted her to look. Despite the mass of people her eyes went straight to one group off by themselves, Liz felt a chill when she saw their leader. “Who is that?”“That is Patrick Flanagan’s son, David. He arrived here around the time his dad went to Roswell,” Scott said as Hope moved to closer up and stood by Liz, she. She entered, stayed only half a moment, and then ran back to the manor as fleetly as she had left it.Puzzled, I watched. All was made clear when I saw two figures emerge from the darkness, one of whom was tall and wide. That had to be Jack. It made sense he would bring his brother to the soiree. Hugh was not inured to taking orders from a noble lady. On the other hand, it was likely his older brother could ensure obedience, should he balk at something. Of course at a certain point, all. The guys watched for a minute, then joined in. One even helped my pretend dad by pushing his ass as he pounded me. The other two sat on either side of me and just stroked their cocks, keeping them super hard and ready when their turn came up. It was all looking and feeling great. The guys even did a bit of cock sucking themselves. If my hands were untied, I would be able to play with some cocks. But, it didn’t happen. Guess it wasn’t time yet. While my date and for now, pretend dad fucked me, I.