The Hostess rolled her skirt up and over her bare, fleshy rump which wobbled upon exposure. She then bent forward, putting her hands on her knees, and... looked back with a twirling tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth.“Go ahead, Mr. King. Do as your wife commands.”I gulped as I dragged my cock from my wife’s slimed visage and slapped The Hostess’ porcelain rear which rumbled like jello. Tamera’s hand grabbed the root of my schlong and fed it into the awaiting slit before me. My hands. .arghhhhh....ahhhh...ahhhhh....oh god not again", as Ramrod begins his assault on her senses again with his tongue flailing her ass, pussy and concentrating on her clit until her hips are lifting and she's cumming, an anguished cry streams from her lips as she tenses tightly, upper body twisting, writhing as his tongue enters her and he again fills his thirst with their warm juices as her head flails wildly and her face is etched with her torment as her asscheeks squeeze tightly and her hand. V smiling at me from my side, her hand still on my cock, only now it was slow and soft, like a mother softly laying a child to bed, I almost expected her to tuck my little man in and say ‘night, night.’ In my mind she was some overly sexy nurse, performing her final nursing duties to make sure her patient recovered okay, all that was missing being a crisp white uniform.*Finally, it was done, my heart was back within a few points of its normal pace and my breathing sounded half human again. I. My reward was to experience their sexual domination, their use of my mouth, my throat, my ass. I was their slave and I gladly volunteered but now there was no excitement to urge me on without their goading.I stood up and went to the outer office. The door stood open, inviting anyone to enter. The screen was gone, my clothing piled on the chair next to the door! I had no choice but to risk exposing myself if I were ever to get dressed and leave. Using one hand to keep my cum from making my.