He loved how his six inches dangled above his low-hanging balls as he walked. He found an innate, and masculine, pleasure in knowing he effortlessly s...howed a huge, and attention-grabbing, bulge. Tracy opened the front door with a smile on her face. Lamont smiled back and instantly the woman’s eyes dropped down to his crotch. “Tracy?” Lamont said. “Hurry up and come in,” she said. Lamont felt the woman’s excitement in the air. She liked what she saw- six foot, young, dark skin, muscled, low. Melanie giggled and leaned in to lick it off. She bumped heads with Sandra and they both giggled.“Just as well you’re nice and big,” smiled Jill, still sitting on my knee, “so we can all play with you at once.”I smiled back at her. She’s the clever one, and delectable.There had to be quite a lot of vodka in that drink.Sandra took her mouth off my cock to lick the tickling dribbles of drink off my abdomen. I slid further down the sofa to give them more room, lifting Jill on my left knee so I. Even at the bar, I couldn’t get the image of Ryan and mom out of my head. I drank a little and chilled there for maybe three hours. I finally decided to drive by my house and see if Ryan’s car was parked within its proximity. As I drove home, my balls were tingling and my dick was aching. Once I turned onto my street, I instantly saw Ryan’s black Mustang parked in my driveway. They’re fucking!!! I couldn’t wait to catch them in the act. I parked my car across the street from my house. I walked. Yes, Mistress," Dad's voice was soft."So, Jim needed to be spanked too," I told them."He's ... Mistress, he's your slave ... too?" Mom sounded a little shocked."Hard to imagine my Slave-Brother on his knees, isn't it Slave-Mommy?" I chuckled."Y-Yessss..." she drew a breath."Does it turn my Slave-Mommy on?" Mistress ... I..." Tell me the truth now ... Do you want to see me punish Jim? Spank his big hard cock, Slave-Mommy?" I was whispering. "Make him eat my ass like Slave-Daddy does? Would you.