Alexandra turned to me. “Sit with me on the sofa. We will enjoy the spectacle of these two whores fighting to avoid the punishment. They are friends...but Balkan friends are never to be trusted.” Inwardly I groaned at her crass stupidity but I nodded in agreement. I had a part to play after all. We sat and Alexandra motioned for them to begin, her hand clutching my thigh through the silk of my dress. The women circled each other warily. I had no idea whether they had fought before but they had. Not a word was said; I dropped to my knees and took off my glasses. Heslipped his shorts and underwear over his shoes, revealing a nice, smooth,plump cock. I also caught the flash of a wedding ring. Bonus. All thingsconsidered, I'd rather suck off a married guy.His cock was average, but sweet. I dove right in, softly taking as much asI could into my mouth. He grabbed my hands and put them on his hips. I slidmy lips over his cock again and again, and I could feel him gettinghotter. He pulled. "Brenda, can we talk?" "Sure honey. What's on your mind?" I asked somewhat nervously. "What's going to happen when we get home? I mean, between us?" "What do you mean, baby?" I asked trying to understand exactly what he was asking. "Brenda, do we belong to each other?" "Oh god, of course we do. You are my stepson. I love you in a way I will never love anyone else." "No, Brenda, that is not what I mean." Bryan took a moment before continuing. "Do you belong to me? Are you mine? What. The bed was still crowded, especially since they both cuddled right up to me.I woke to the most incredible sensation, my cock down Martha’s throat, she was showing Barbara some techniques.Martha wasn’t a goodie-two-shoes either, as soon as I started cumming, she pulled back, so that she could get some of the taste, get some of my cum in her mouth, and then invited Barbara over and snowballed with her. Barbara seemed to be all for learning everything the older girl, although Martha was only.