I didn't even bother resisting as he put it on me. Hell, I wanted this, I've always wanted this. Chad kissed me tenderly, somehow, when it was all ove...r, I hoped that I'd end up in his bed. I fully expected to be marched downstairs and devoured. I wasn't sure I wanted it like that, but I was now helpless to stop it. Instead, Chad took me down the back stairs and out the back. "This was my idea," he said in a hushed tone, "I thought you might want some anonymity." He pulled me over into a split. It was a one-sided conversation, so Paul just assumed that she was talking on the phone. Several computerized pings followed, and Paul smiled marvelling at how the young k**s today were so into multitasking. With the social media as it was; he often witnessed Maureen chatting on the phone, texting on her cell and chatting on FaceBlog – or whatever it was called, all at the same time.Pushing the swing-door open into the family room, Paul saw his daughter sitting in front of the computer,. Soon Asif and Yousuf followed and they told Aslam to put on the floor in front of them on my knees. I was on my knees with my mouth open in front of these three men. They made me suck their dicks in turn. When I was sucking Asif’s dick I felt a surge flow of a liquid in my mouth. Asif was peeing in my mouth. I immediate took out his dick from my mouth but seeing this he again guided my face to his dick and asked me to open my mouth. I refused to do so, so Aslam from behind put his fingers in my. Each time Mistress applied the crop pushed inevitably to the moment when the friction of the velvet would overwhelm me and cause my cock to ventits load, causing Goddess only knows what further punishment from Mistress. "I must control myself, I must!", I thought, holding back most of the tears and trying to move as little as possible. Fortunately, Mistress stopped after only 40 lashes and I was able to maintain my composure (and my semen). Mistress then.