Reaching down to my bag, I remembered that the rest of the clothes I'd been wearing last night were still in the bathroom, next to the sink. "Wait," I... said before hurriedly walking to the bathroom. I only realised after I'd spoken that my voice had been so soft that Jack couldn't possibly have heard me. But, when I turned the corner and reached the bathroom door, I found Jack already standing there, presenting my clothes to me with an outstretched hand. I stopped suddenly when I realised I was. The bastard Black Master laughed, as he redoubled his pounding on my poor throat; he made me gag on his hard erection, which was growing even bigger…He finally tensed his back and I felt his cock throbbing, as it exploded between my lips, filling my mouth and throat with his warm salty semen.I put my face aside, trying to spit out; but Jerome grabbed my chin and slapped my face, saying a good filthy cuckold hubby should swallow all.So, he convinced me that I should swallow every drop.As I. She moves swaying almost slow dancing as she talks. I watch. Moving closer until I am behind her but facing away. I pretend to observe the garden and the trees through the French doors but totally aware of her heat and the occasional sweep of her dress as she moves. I move back as she does and we touch. She glances at me, gives a quick gasp as she realises then turns back as I shake my head. Her butt pushs out to touch mine and I push gently against the pressure. We surreptitiously lean against. “It missed your juicy ass, Taurus!” “Thank you!” “Pour ‘papochka’ a drink,” he stated call himself ’daddy’ in his native tongue. Yevgeni sat on the futon and pulled off his charcoal-colored Rieker boots. He watched his femboi fix his beverage. Taurus returned with a red plastic cup filled with Smirnoff vodka and ginger ale. “Don’t make me drink alone,” Yevgeni protested. “Of course not,” Taurus shot back as he headed off to the kitchenette. “Hurry up and get on my cock!” “Yes, ‘papochka’,”.