You let me go, and I slide back to the ground, eyes never leaving your covered face. I watch you as you move to unlock the chain around my wrists, you... crouch down to unlock my ankles and I reach towards you. You grab my hand so fast, I didn’t see you move. You squeeze it until I feel the bones grating against one another, but I feel no pain. We both hear the snap and crack as you break my wrist. You look at me and I can see your eyes, your cold grey eyes, the color of storm clouds, staring at. This earned me several face slaps from Mack, who then grabbed my head by my hair, and slammed his newly “cleaned” cock into my mouth. “I told you, sonny boy, shut up!” he hissed angrily. By then, John had pushed the rest of his pulsating cock into my rectum as far as it would go, and commenced fucking my ass at a rapid fire pace, like a machine gun. After a few more throat thrusts from Mack, his grip tightened on my hair, and he pumped my throat full of gooey man cum. Wave after wave spewed. She knew she was giving him a boner. As soon as they got back to his car after dinner, she reached over and softly touched his dick.He let out a very loud, “Oh.”She leaned over and stuck her tongue into his mouth, sucking on his tongue as if she were sucking his dick, kissing him very hard. She brushed her hand across his erection several times, leaving it for a few seconds then removing it. After she brushed his dick for a while, my wife changed teasing techniques and gave his dick some gentle. She was shaking her head a few minutes later when they carried my boxes of girls stuff downstairs and set them on the floor. Dad's, "I think you have a lot of explaining to do," was the last straw. I collapsed on the floor, sobbing. Wanda picked me up like a little kid, and gave me a hug. "Do you want to tell them, or should I?"I finally managed to ask for some tissues, and carefully wiped off the streaked makeup. With Amy and Wanda making sure I left out no gory details, I started back through.