Piper said "Thank you for the honor, Sir."Terrence didn't reply.Piper came back and stood beside me in the doorway. I took her dick in my hand again a...nd massaged her.After a few more minutes, Terrence shuddered and came hard, so hard he nearly doubled over the back of Piper's wife. When he was done pumping his seed into her asshole, he backed out, his cock starting to soften and dripping cum.Piper asked "May I have the honor of cleaning the cum and my wife's juices from your cock, Sir?"Terrence. But before she can think on it more or even voice her thoughts, he is pulling her closer, their bodies pressing together. And he’s got an erection! Of course he does. Why would he not? Rick kisses her nose, her cheek, her neck, all while holding her close. Emily Elizabeth’s hand slides down his arms, over his chest and then even lower. She has to know, she has to find out. “Get these off!” she says in a high whisper. “I want to see the rest of you.”“Shouldn’t we take this to your room,” he. The dirty-blonde girl tugged on her restraints with all she had, but it quickly became apparent she was utterly powerless. She was going to be brainwashed and there was no escaping it. Suddenly, the d**gs and bordello scenario looked much more comforting. ‘Th-this is crazy, you can’t actually brainwash someone…You can’t…’ But instead of going into panic, she latched onto this idea of impossibility. That’s right – if the US government couldn’t find a way to brainwash people with that MKUltra. “I agree,” my wife said between moans, “suck my husband’s cock you dirty little slut, make him cum hard in that cute face of yours.” Chelsea had picked up right where she left off last night, really getting into the foursome, happy to share me as she was getting serviced as well. “With pleasure,” Sara said in a low, sultry voice. She returned her gaze to me and slowly lowered her face. She slid her hand all the way to the base of my cock. She moved down until her lips were at my balls. .