They were big tattooed guys who always gave me dirty looks when the word got around that I was Daddy's bitch. I thought it was because they were macho... men and hated gays, faggots and sissies but when I saw Daddy talking to them on the side I knew he was telling them that he was going to fuck their women that night. I realized that for all their tattoos and macho acting they probably had little dicks that couldn't perform and that they would be cleaning up Daddy's cum from their wives pussies. We had been flirting with each other's assholes, so I worked my tongue "accidentally" further down to tickle her puckered asshole. She'd squirm and her pussy would drip on my nose. My cock aches for attention. I can't contain myself at this point. I lunge my nearly eight inches into her, pushing her cervix in. She loved the first thrust, all the way to my sack as my balls stuck to her wet asshole for that brief moment. We weren't long for missionary, she loved to get fucked from behind so her. As this was going on one of the others got between her legs and there strap-on pushed into Tracy causing her to shudder it felt as if she was being torn apart it was thicker then she ever had and the girl was not taking it easy either pile driving it deep into her. Both women banging Tracy hard and deep with powerful strokes then Tracy's body shook and her insides trembled her inexperienced body was gripped by a orgasm that rattled her hard, but the two never slowed down Tracy went throw three. Joanne was a lady mid 40 or so, single, divorced I believe, and chunky, athletically so but a nice firm woman committed to her church, as she was a lay minister. Still, though, she was sensual, and exciting to be around. We had taken many road trips over the last month, some lasting most of the day, and had gotten to know each other quite well, we were more than just associates at work, we knew each other. And the glimpses of her naked body, covered with a sheer lady’s robe was just as I had.