Couples collecting their thrown clothes from the floor and furniture. People going about their regular lives in the street so many floors below. The s...hower in our en-suite running... I get halfway through thinking "...who the fuck is in our bathroom?" when the events of the past few hours flood my memory like a vivid dream. Nothing more is said as I am undressed by you both, giggling with each other, fuelled by Champagne and lust, kneeling in front of me, trying to decide between you who will. "We did agree on a ring ceremony, and as Freddy's karmic mate,Filly has the right to check out the new guys. Even Freddy's own queenbee has sexual needs, Joan Davies." The witchy-on-steroids lady scoldspatiently.The Fag-Hag positively cackled that Filly was a secret admirer onblondie boy's (formerly macho) leather-clad motorbike riding ass longbefore those two ever hooked up.A sage Afro-Amazon warrior queen who understood: it only took some kinkysexual gymnastics in order to change everything.. He had pushed a strange plug into Natasha tight ass the thing having a tube attachment on it. Miss Sim’s had not even looked up her head forced down on Pa’s cock as the rubber plug popped into her anus.“That’s right miss don’t you worry yourself about that,” Pa had grunted as she bobbed on his rod. “We decide what goes up inside you from now on.”Then Natasha felt her ass fill with warm water. The cop was piping a quart of fluid from a big syringe down a flex hose into her ass. She felt her. Ron nodded. "If you'll make the labels, then I'll put them on the books," he said as he handed Amy the next book from the stack."Okay," said Amy. They easily fell into a rhythm of printing and labeling the new books. She couldn't help but notice that Ron was sort of pushing and rubbing the front of his jeans against the side of the counter as he worked. She leaned her head back just a bit. Yes, it certainly looked as if he was pressing a big, fat erection against the counter.Ron worked through.