Now I too had a series of tasty pussies sitting on my face and fitting firmly over my mouth, making my partners squirm and squeal with pleasure as I t...ried to do to them the lovely things Bob did to me. Soon I was at the bottom of a pile of wriggling slippery bodies, feeling as if every tiny bit of me was orgasmic. Of course I couldn’t see easily what was going on elsewhere on the stage, but Bob told me afterwards that most of the audience, men and women, had joined in, the men fucking the. I don't know why I didn't just lie and say they were in the kennel. It was like my dad had this power over me, forcing me to be meek even when he was miles away."Unsupervised?" he asked incredulously. "They'll shit all over the place! You best put them back right now and clean up whatever mess they made tomorrow or your ass is grass, got it?" Yes, Daddy," I replied softly. The phone clicked dead, then, and I sighed.The movie was going to have to wait a few more minutes. My dad was right,. ”“Let me make you some matcha.”“Matcha?”“Matcha is a finely-ground green tea powder, made using the finest Tencha tea leaves. These are rare leaves that are covered by shade in the last month before harvesting. The leaves are then de-veined and then ground between stones. It’s very healthy.”“I’m sure it will be wonderful. But you know I won’t appreciate it.”She laughed. “Sit down. I’ll just boil some water.”I was looking around: it was a strange room, the furniture was western in general, but. Goodall's ass hard, Jason." Yeah, with those big titties swaying," Peter said."Uh-huh," Paul groaned."Mmm, you like big tits?" Mrs. Stead asked her son."Yeah," he nodded. Then he glanced down at her. "But your tits are great, too, Mom."She smiled at him, her body shuddering.It made me throb hard. I slammed harder into Mrs. Goodall's asshole. I had such power. I could make these women do anything. An idea popped into my head as I buggered Mrs. Goodall's bowels with all my might, my balls.