She was under the shower when they came into the room. They silently take their clothes off and then rushed her as the script had said to. Four of the... boys grabbed her arms and legs laying her on the floor and holding her down. She screamed just as she was supposed to do, in the script. Unlike in her script however, the boys who were holding her arms also leaned over and began to suck her tits. She began to fight in earnest, shaking her head, and trying to kick her legs. It did her no good. Upon my wife's arrival I greet her at the door and told her "dinner isready mistress" she patted me on the cheek and said thank you sweetiewent and washed up and returned to the dining room and ate.After dinner I was given a command and went and did my nightly routinethen returned to main room wearing a pair of tap pants and a camisole topand cuddled next to her watching T.V. the rest of the night .The following morning I once again get up early shower return to my roomapply makeup and put on. She moaned again. I imagined my cum in her mouth so she could taste saltiness with the sweet strawberry. She sighed in surprise and rolled the pieces in her mouth through the salt. Her belly tightened. She rocked evenly, into me and away from me. Four moans signaled that she was cuming. She was ready to recover from her bliss when I thought, ‘I am cuming now, Jannet. Please don’t take your body from me. Let your body suck me. Please let me fill you and leave my cum inside your lovely sensual. I’ve come to have a chat with you.”From years of politeness, Betty shook his proffered hand. She noticed his fingernails were spotlessly clean and trimmed, his hands liver-spotted. His grip was warm and dry. “Hello.”“May I come in? I don’t suppose I could impose on you for a spot of that tea you’ve just made? I’m rather parched.”“Of course. Please come in.” Betty didn’t even think twice why she was letting a stranger into her house, but something in his demeanor, his old-worldly manners,.