She was sure ‘They’ would not mind her improvised kiss.She kissed the tip of his cock, slowly opening her mouth to take more of him in, until she ...was sucking on his cock head, swirling around with her tongue.She had been reading up about fellatio.“Oh crap Mom,” Jon muttered as he awoke. “Best alarm clock ever,” he groaned. “Best sexy Mom ever. My fantasy Mom.”He knew the right words to say to her to get her going. Beth grinned. One of her own hands had already found its way to her pleasure box.. Your body is on fire.Pushing you gently back onto the bed, strong fingers search for your hard clit and massage it, causing you to moan loudly at the sensations it is producing in you. Unseeing, you reach out your hands and you feel them placed around a hard cock, voices urging you to squeeze and rub it. You have no idea who this cock belongs to but you don’t care – the sensations in your body are taking over as these unseen men work you into frenzy.As you rub the cock in your hand, you feel. I consent. I'll do whatever you ask. I comply, but please, don't betray me to the bandits outside. Help me! Tutor me! Show me what I must do!"I didn't budge. Instead, I was imagining her lying on her back, wriggling with discomfort as I coated her skin with pig's fat with the aid of a coarse horsehair brush, teasing the grease inside her cracks. Then, with this done, all that remained was to coax a dry hickory fire into life.I stroked the nun's tunic, angry at myself and annoyed at my weakness,. I did the same with the leg that was up against it. Held fast against the relentless air, I closed my eyes and waited for things to calm down. Hopefully, Tempest would wear herself out.After getting harder and harder causing debris to fly down the corridor and rattling the doors and windows. Eventually the artificial gale slowed and I saw my attackers glaring angrily at me, as if refusing to be knocked to the ground by their artificial hurricane was a personal insult to all of them. Once.