A white silk blouse was partly covered by a tight black snakeskin waistcoat. And then there were the elbow length black leather gloves. ?Let m...e guess,' she said, ?Your boots and jacket tell me that you're a leatherman. You'd like to go the whole way but you're embarrassed, think you might be marked as a gay boy. Perhaps you are. Even someone with my experience can never be sure.' I could not make her out. A head of piled-up black hair made her look quite intimidating as did the. Wanting to please him as a true slave, I looked up and saw he had the string to my heart-shaped plug between his teeth. On the first convulsion shooting my sperm and while my asshole was at its tightest, my boy shook his head back and up pulling the plug out of my trembling orifice.As this happened quite unexpectedly, I twitched and moaned. Greg grabbed the opportunity and blocked my nostrils with his thumbs, then, when I tried to breathe through the mouth, instead of air, my lungs pulled his. Don pulled his lips away from mine, and gave me a big smile as his fingers found their way into my pussy. He pushed two inside of me, and moved them around. I moaned, my hips thrusting forward as his fingers found my g-spot. He looked over at Daddy."I gotta taste her. I want to taste this sweet pussy."Daddy gave him a shrug, a signal to do whatever he wanted, and I watched as Mr. Sawyer slipped off the couch and between my legs, his fingers never missing beat. My attention turned back to Daddy. They were, of course, concerned-his mother Peg was, after all, a mother, and his father Jim was concerned in his own way-but they didn't get hysterical."Oh God, Warren. That doesn't look too good," Peg said."Mom, I'm fine. They don't even think it's broken. I'm just going to be talking a little softer for a few days.That should be a welcome relief. You can just make me coffee milkshakes." They all laughed."What did the police say?" Jim asked."Oh, they think the asshole's going to be out of.