Hide both Chad and me. Chad had stopped moving, but his cock still filled me. Jason looked at us with curiosity and I could see the wheels spinning in... his head. I tried to imagine what this looked like, his naked son between his naked wife’s legs. For a split second I wondered if he could see Chad’s balls. “Well,” he said finally, “don’t stop on my account. Just assume I don’t show up for ten more minutes. Carry on.” “Dad,” Chad began, “I just wanted . . .” “Just get back to fucking your. Even you…. **** Emma’s stomach rolled with nerves. Even the tall statuesque model next to her or Liam’s reassuring look could make the onslaught of butterflies in her stomach go away. Numbly she watched Laura handcuff them, her eyes slowly taking in Liam’s dark uniform and helmet. He certainly looked the part and it did suit him, although the job itself was all wrong. As the cool metal slid across her wrists, she almost flinched, but kept herself steady and forced her shoulders to relax. Her. “Ah, perfect,” she murmured, reaching behind her to rub my balls, then under her to rub Brad's.“Alright, Pete, give me the tube steak,” she commanded with a grin. Pete filled the grin with a solid meat pole.We all started at a leisurely pace, knowing we would all be swapping places soon.“Oh, shit, another Cadillac woman,” Brad muttered from beneath Sue. She gurgled mid cock-swallow.“I gotta say, Sue, you've got a mouth like a warm bath wrapped in velvet,” Pete said.“Leaky?” I asked.Sue. Too painful, no matter what someone else was doing with her clit. So what would I do? Send her into the Showroom to do a triple-penetration, of course.I loved the look of pain on Rebecca's face when she felt that blunt instrument drive its way into her colon. Her grimace of obvious distaste for what was being done to her inflamed my ego. If she were just another slut who bent over and spread her asscheeks without hesitation, I probably wouldn't make her do it so much. But it was such a power.