He stood in front of me; his small cylinder pointing at me. He stroked it afew times. I fell to my knees in front of him, worshipping him, as hepush...ed his majestic rod into the warmth of my mouth. It was where Ibelonged, kneeling before my boy king. I would be his servant. Whatever heasked I would do. I was his to command.He continued to thrust into my mouth: his penis getting harder. Hisbreathing was labored gasps of air. Suddenly he stiffened, shuttered, andbreathed a sigh of relief. . Beth scooched closer, no longer thinking to cover herself, and whispered “Tessy even rubbed me (she gestured) DOWN THERE for a little bit. . "Did you...?"I barely manged to squeak out my throat was so tight. "No, I kinda chickened out but wanted to do something to make her feel as good as she was making me feel. So when Tess mentioned she was jealous of my big boobies (hers being alittle small) I told her they made her look like a fashion model instead of a porno queen." Beth began whispering. At the same time, we both try to say something. Stopping, we started laughing together.Melissa said, “You first.”“Why don’t we meet here at the solicitor’s tomorrow, we can arrange a meeting with my sister?”With a radiant face, she responded back. “I have a better idea.”Confused I said. “What Mrs Jenkins?”“Have you had something to eat? Because I am famished, if you would like to join me, there is a lovely family owned Greek restaurant just down the street? We can have a meal, and I can tell. Waite took care of his wives that night ... gentle like. He only made love to Patty, Peggy Sue and Doreen. The other wives came so many times they didn't need to have Waite do them, too. It wouldn't substitute for the real thing but this way everyone could enjoy time with Waite, without wearing him out. Many times they all would participate and be totally zapped by the time he was done. Peggy Sue was in control. She knew everyone's cycle and she was in charge of who slept where.Waite got up.