This is exactly what I was telling you about. Spike Jones expects me turn you into ‘real Wrens’; wigs, makeup, stockings, panties and all,” Mich...ele explained.“Come on Wren Nyland, take charge and get your rabble of Wrens over to the block and sort them out as per my instructions,” Spike Jones barked.“Aye, aye Leader,” Michele knew this was no time to piss off the cohort of leading recruits.“Have Wren Holiday prepare scran, leave it on the line and then report to you in the block. If your. There was plenty of time to sort that out soon enough. They were all either civilians now or going to be pretty soon. This was Saturday morning, anyway. They still had until Monday for this orgy to continue before Jane and Matt had to report to work.Pretty soon, Jamie was grunting with gratification while Jane plowed his ass good and hard, something that drew more than a little attention to the both of them, since nobody had bothered to close any bedroom doors for privacy. Debbie soon found. Sherry eased lower and reached her tiny hand into my crotch, competing with Pete's. A verbal battle ensued as each claimed their rights and their turn. Having my kids fight over my pussy was by far the most bizarre sensation I'd ever experienced. The fight demanded parental mediation, but I was lost in the moment.Since first getting in the car, no one acknowledged me directly. They treated me as though I were a toy, an object, or a woman under a spell. I knew that speaking out, saying anything,. Each time I do, I want you to say 'harder' or 'softer'. I want you to say harder until it feels uncomfortable. Do you understand?" Yes, Sir," she replied."I want to make it very clear," I reiterated. "I don't want you to try and take more than you enjoy just to try and please me. What I want is for you to take it only until you start feeling uncomfortable. Are you sure you understand?" Yes, Sir," she replied."Fine," I said, and I began.The first stroke was nearly as hard as the last one that.