"I hesitantly started up again, too. The pre-cum came out so quick now with the excitement that it had dripped down onto my balls and it felt great a...s it dried in the cold air. I could hear Zach now as his pre-cum must have started. He was audibly wet and excited. I pictured what he must look like, glistening cock and his head tilted back against the wall, chest heaving heavy with deep breaths, breaths that I was hearing through the thin wall. I couldn't take it anymore."I, uh, I know it's. He breathed hard as he did it. He probably hadn?t gotten any real pussy in years. This is what she?d come to. Being a plaything for boys and old men who couldn?t get any. Why couldn?t she have just stayed Master?s good girl??GRRRRRR? curly hair slapped her face as he pulled out and came all over her stomach.?Yeah!? the leader shouted. ?My turn!?As he said it, the old man came in her hair and all over her forehead. As if not humiliating enough, he wiped the last remnants of his cum on her. Shame.Lust.Guilt.Euphoria.Mortification.Delirium.As my orgasm finally dissipated, my heart dropped into my stomach.What had I done?Again!Fuck!Fuck!!!Fuck!!!!!.....I showed two houses over the next couple of hours, finally getting my composure back, even as I tried to wrap my head around the crazy predicament I had got myself into. I had declared my son's girlfriend my Mistress and then ate her asshole mindlessly before getting myself off by humping her leg. I had, undoubtedly, hit a new low.I. Just before we finished our dinner Roland openedanother bottle of wine and proposed the following:"If my little queen will d the belly dance uponthe table, then she will be my choice to take acrossthe sea with me . . . here's to Flossie, the queen ofbelly dancers!"I wasn't shocked, but I certainly was surprised . . .who wouldn't be? A trip to Europe just for a bellydance. I never had seen an actual performance ofthisc requested dance, but did I balk? I should sayI didn't!I gave the room a hasty.