Jack's wife had just divorced him, so he was a basket case. Edyth was a bitch from Brooklyn. However, Maurice was anything but ordinary.I told my frie...nd Christi all about them. She told me how much she adored what I'd done in Part One and encouraged me to write more. Christi giggled when she said, "You know, Laura, I think you should take Betty up on her invitation, maybe she'd be up for a three-some."Christi surprised me with that. She always told me how good sex was with her husband,. " How do you know that?" I've, uh, stopped and talked to both of them. They want us or nobody." But school's about to start." That's OK. Terry needs a job, and he never takes long for homework." But basketball..." Doesn't start for several weeks. By then, Terry can carry most of the load." Marty was selling hard, now. He had more of an entrepreneurial streak than his dad, and had dreamed of a real construction business of his own. He and Terry had bonded instantly, and were fast becoming a very. I have always been interested in matured women as their boobs are always so firm and curves are indeed attractive.So, one fine day, I was waiting for the cab to arrive at the roadside and to my surprise, this woman in her late 30s was sitting in the car at the backseat.Let me introduce her. She was a perfect Bengali sex bomb. With a figure of 38D-28-40, this housewife looked smoking hot. Her boobs were like bulging out of her dress and I could notice her huge cleavage. It was an Uber share and. I can only do this knowing he is here with me. They all one by one release their seed down my throat. I lick their cocks clean, because a good slave doesn’t waste a man’s seed.They pull me up and I feel Sir Lionel’s hand take mine. He tells me it is time for them to see if I can take the pedal. He leads me to a table where he tells me to bend over and lay face down with my arms spread wide. He ties my arms down and then he ties my legs to the legs of the table, so that I can not move. .