All the while, pulling and clutching his long fuckstick.Only eighteen, he’d come quick, spraying my hand with his jizz. I’d feel his asshole suck ...on my tongue as it contracted, a little wet love hole wanting Daddy’s cock.“I came, Mommy,” Jacob would whisper. “I came so good from Daddy licking my ass.”“Lick my cunt, Jakey,” she’s whimper. “Suck on Mommy’s clit and I’ll come too!”Then I would slowly slide my cock into Jacob’s asshole.“Are you fucking his asshole?” Melissa would ask, right on the. She could hear movement in the background, presumably the other men taking care of her luggage. She was borne down the stairs and out into what must be the deserted parking-lot behind her building. There was no sound except the tramp of the man’s feet, and she also was perfectly silent and still in compliance with Master’s will. She was thrown roughly into the back of what felt like a van, with her face pressed against the mildewy rubber floormat. A wool blanket that also smelled of mildew was. "We finally stopped and rested, if you could call panting, shrieking and shaking "resting." My pussy fluttered all the time, and with each little orgasm, it would clamp down on Bob's glorious hardness and ripple.Even stopped, orgasms kept rolling over us every thirty seconds or so. We managed to get a quick swallow of water and towel off some of the sweat. The boiler pressure seemed so high the walls were bulging and seemed always to be on the verge of exploding.I said, around my gasps and. “Mitch, could I excuse myself for a minute.” After I was out of Mitch’s sight I called Fran. She answered. I said, “No problem at all. Please do something for me quickly. Lookup Mitch Phillips and boat repair. Text me how much you guess he might be worth. Just a number but skip the last 4 zeros. I will call later on speaker and tease you for not answering this call. Play along. Thanks bye.”I washed my hands as if I had used the bathroom. Just as I sat down our food was delivered. I commented,.