“Now, my little baby won't have any problem with me making his little penis squirt 5 times a day, will he?”“No, Mommy,” I said. I had taken to... calling her Mommy again after all these years. It just seemed right and she seemed pleased by it as it was another indication of my submissive feelings towards her.After a week my penis was sore and my balls ached from cumming so much. Mommy liked to have at least one of my orgasms be by my own hand each day while she (and sometimes her friends) watched. Of such simple things, major battles were won.It was necessary for my wives and me to move with the king from place to place, and we spent our nights in a variety of suites. All of them were more than acceptable, but some were more grandiose that others. However, none approached the sheer gaudiness of the Grayly estate.We were just leaving the fourth estate and heading for the fifth when the unexpected happened. The king had done the expected job of convincing the first four knights whom he. He called her back and told her to come to his building and they would go in his car instead of her company van. She readily agreed.After the call she began to think of the new business she could bring in and how to present her products. She also experienced a stirring she could not explain or understand.That was Thursday. She began to think about how she could dress to make maximum use of her assets without appearing to be a slut. It had to be something she could wear all day but be special. Pamela?s body rebounded with each hammering blow, meeting Gwen thrust forthrust. The couch was squeaking and bumping into the floor, sliding from theforce of their humping. Each hard pounding of Gwen?s belly into her ownelicited deep involuntary ?ughhh?s? from Pamela. Her head was bent back as shearched her back, bucking against Gwen. ?Whore!... SLAM(Ughhh!)... Cunt!....SLAM(Ughhh!)... Queer Dyke!... SLAM(Ughhh!)... Cunt craving faggot!...SLAM(Ughhh!)... Nasty Phi Slag!... SLAM(Ughhh!)...? Gwen.