It was mouth-fucking, and it ought to be called that instead of all the other things they called it. For the moment she forgot that her husband was fu...cking her sister. His tongue was an oral cock poking deep into her oral cunt. The mixing of their saliva was the copious eruption of jism, and when she swallowed it, desperately, it was inconceivable that she wasn't swallowing gobs of semen.She stared fixedly at John's face that blocked her vision and gulped feverishly at the thrusting male. The owner of the two points was spooned, and he was too. He was dreaming of flaming red hair, milky-white, freckled skin, and a unique perfume that he had recently come to appreciate. His cock was surrounded by wet, and someone was placing his hands to cup two luscious breasts.He woke, and though he couldn’t see it, he knew red curls surrounded the head leaning back against him. “Priscilla! Are you sure?” he whispered.“I should purely hope to say,” he heard after a giggle. “It’s far too late if. “A celebration of our own is needed.”Back inside Eris’ quarters, Page pulls the young woman to her. Their bodies mash together, Eris pressed close to her lover’s ear. “I have given you a wonderful gift.” Her breath is warm on Page’s skin, sending a shiver all through her body before the matriarch runs her lips along it.“What gift, Mistress?” she asks with a shaky voice.Eris pulls away with a smile. “Please me first.”Page swallows and nods before kneeling down before her mistress. Her hands run. I don't know how long it took, but I have just put the scissors on the shelf when a door opens and steps are heard in the corridor from the front door end. Which is behind me. I press myself towards the angle between the floor and the shelf. I hope that I am overlooked in the near darkness.The steps pause slightly and then pass me and I dare a look towards the back of a woman dressed in a short dress with some kind of uniform over the top. The cleaning lady. The thought flashes through my mind..