In one of these sleepovers I usually don’t pay attention to what they do, but this one night I just couldn’t sleep it was like 2 AM suddenly I hea...rd in the distance a bead creaking, well a supposed my boy is having one nice night fucking just the way teenagers can go, it kind of arouse me since I was remembering our first sexual intercourse, suddenly I felt the urge to pee, I woke up but not turning on any lights of course I didn’t wanted to scare those k**s, I walked barefoot but on my way to. You’d better have a look.’ ‘Yes please,’ he said. ‘But first I’d like you to meet Jane Carlton, the author.’ Jane was a slight woman with red hair and lots of freckles. She looked positively Irish and Lizzie thought she must be in her early fifties. ‘Pleased to meet you,’ she said. ‘I’m Lizzie.’ ‘I’m Jane. I’m dying to see what you did – I love your work!’ Lizzie blushed. It made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she just put her portfolio on the big table in the centre of the office. ‘I do. “That’s it, whore,” I growled. “Show your husband how much you love my cock. Love me. You’re happy to be my whore.”Denise groaned, swirling her tongue about the crown of my dick. She wiggled her hips, bobbing her mouth, slurping, sucking. Her hands stroked the base of my dick and fondled my balls, massaging my nuts.Eager for my cum.Pleasure surged through me. I trembled. Behind me, my daughters and sluts moaned and gasped, playing with each other, fingers sluicing through hot cunts or ramming. " One mistake and we all put our prods to work and maybe some other things too."Ben grinned."Please Nooo." Gina sobbed.Gina was very scared. The men sounded cruel and she had no doubt they wouldinflict great pain. Gina looked straight at the four men now semi-erect cooks. They were all large cooks, larger than Gina had had before."Are you going to be a good whore and fuck good or should we start with theprods?" Ben asked her.All four men enjoy this mental teasing of their reward for this.