” Immediately they fell on me, one at each breast, one pushing his cock into my mouth, as another held my arms still and the other two held my legs ...spread wide as Father moved between them. Pushing hard into my cunt again, Father pounded me hard for several minutes before he exploded inside me as Paul filled my throat. Switching places, they all took turns in my mouth and cunt as my nipples and tiny breasts turned an ugly red from all the bitemarks and pinches they had given me. “Father. It's a girls day out so to speak." my wife said with a measured tone and with that they went up stairs, showered, changed and headed out the door. All that time I was still sitting in the chair staring at my coffee wondering what was going to happen next.Around 5pm Mary called asking if everything was done like she asked. I told her I had just finished. She then told me to get cleaned up and meet them for dinner at an Italian restaurant that we'd been going to for years. We need the owner and. When she moved to sit up and enjoy the wonderful meal, she realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes. As if he read her mind, he asked, ‘Would you like to borrow a shirt?’ He handed her a soft flannel work shirt and then said with a wink, ‘I forgot the forks, be right back.’ She held his shirt to her face and breathed in his aroma…a mixture of smells, something like tree bark with a hint of motor oil. She thought it was wonderful. She quickly put it on and sat at the table. She picked up her. Camilla gave me a peck on the cheek, and Bluey gave me a rough hug and pat on the back before we all settled around the table.Lunch was filled with stories of Chrissy’s adventures in space and on Mars.“It was exciting,” she said at one point, “but also a bloody lot of hard work. I’m proud of what we accomplished, but there is a lot more to do up there before we have anything close to a sustainable base.”“What do you mean?” Camilla asked. “You’re not going back right away, are you?”Chrissy and I.