“You remember me?” he enquired.“Yes, Master,” answered Melissa. Her voice was firmer than that of Julia and, though her demeanour was fully su...bmissive, she seemed more in control of herself than the girl alongside her. A matter of experience, doubtless. She had been through so much with so many men there did not seem to her now any lower depths to which she could sink.“There’s just one thing, Mr Osman,” interrupted Miss Judith.“I must apologise for the state of Melissa’s bottom.”“Oh... why. Footsteps announced someone approaching and then the cubicle door inched open and there he was .... Billy! He kinda looked puzzled, maybe he'd imagined some teen with a throbbing boy-cock, or maybe he had an idea he remembered me from somewhere. No matter 'cause he came into the cubicle and unzipped and hauled out an impressive slab of uncut cock. It was twitching and the cock skin was partly rolled over the deep purple glistening glans. Oh and there was a steady slime oozing from a deep piss. “Oh, I can’t take any more pictures while you are sucking like that.”We silently snuck down the hall until we could see through the crack of the door jam. They were of course both naked. They were sideways to us on the bed with Keith’s erect cock totally engulfed in Gail’s mouth as he had put the camera down and was guiding her head with his hands, pumping away. I was shocked, not at the taboo scene before me, but that she was not gagging with his cock fully in her mouth. She was fingering. This all changed one day when I met up with the guy who sells me weed, Dan. I walked down to his place at about 10 pm. I went in the front door(he always left it open) and the entire house was full of girls. From girls who looked like they were 13 to women who were as old as my mother, and all were dressed in nearly nothing. A little confused, I go to the back living room.Dan is sitting on the coach smoking a packed pipe and there was a redhead sucking his dick. I'm shocked, Dan is not a.