He said if your fingers get juicy, you’re doing it wrong.“It’s kind of like when I squeeze your balls. Except I get juice whether I squeeze gent...le, like this… or hard, like this. Okay, I admit it, that analogy sucks, but you get the idea. Uh oh, you didn’t bite my strawberry, did you? No? Good boy. Anyway, flirt, show some skin, and wouldn’t you know it, I’m sashaying away with a basket of the best strawberries ever, and all it cost me was a, ahem, nipple slip.“Did Mistress mention cream for. You can fuck them, they love it. Theywon't be worth sucking, so you miss out on that. The slut. The kind mendo not take home to mommy, or their wives. They buy all your drinks.You suck all their cocks. You don't get a car. You get fucked so verynicely. They don't pay for your apartment, but will pay for a cheaphotel, and make you oh so glad they did. As a slut you will get to seethe latest porn at the peep show. Well you won't see it but you'll hearit as you swallow his cock. The total package.. "Josh took the clothes and examined them, recognizing his favorite work shirt, jeans, socks, shoes and everything else. Shaking his head, he looked up. "How... ?" Your family invited themselves into my house, fearing yours wasn't secure. They brought your spare clothes with them, hoping you'd be able to get away somehow."Figuring he'd better take her advice, Josh threw decorum aside and stripped off his wet and muddy underwear. Using his shirt for coverage, he dressed quickly before he had. Whatever caused it, Mom didn’t take long to get worked up. The result of that was not only the smell of her wet, warm pussy being worked over, but also some serious energy and effort that she put into fucking Dad back with her hips. Dad definitely noticed, because he started fucking her like a bitch and then she really took off like a rocket, flying toward her climax that she screamed aloud on tape.When Dad spilled inside her, which didn’t take much longer, I told Sabrina, “Okay, you can sit on.