He told them to enjoy the flavour of each other’s arseholes not just from his cock but by tongue fucking each other’s gapes. Both Bridget and Penn...y were enjoying this privilege immensely. They both loved to be used and to cum in front of an audience. The more they were used the better. Penny started to realise she was beyond being shameless, she was actually proud of what she was becoming. She had whore pride. She was becoming a lusty craven slut that enjoyed being used for pleasure by men or. Jim had made sure of that. She was confident, had energy, and, thanks to Jim’s tinkering, had become a much-improved sex partner – as had Jim if he thought about it. He hadn’t been much of a lover until he had done some self-improvement with Master PC.The problem with Susan’s story is that she would have called him if she was going to be two hours late. He’d called his mother-in-law so he knew when she left. On the walk to the house, Jim probed her mind, gently, and found a memory of coffee. Then, in the mirror Peggy had adjusted for her, she stared at the sight of their lewdly locked position, sensually moaning at the lust-flaming reflection. The bestial obscenity of the huge German shepherd astride her widespread white ass-cheeks sent irresistible charges of seething passion raging through her quivering body!Then Carol saw it, and she gasped at the breathtaking sight of his glistening scarlet cock slipping out from its long furry sheath, wet and red and hard, the tapered length. He had come home to find she'd moved nearly all of her things out while he was at work. As he stood there, dumbfounded, she'd continued, "It just isn't working. I want different things than you do, and it's ridiculous to stay here and pretend otherwise." Then she had left. Two years , he thought. It took her two years to decide it wasn't working? What the hell does that mean anyway? He had been taken completely by surprise. He had loved her, and thought she loved him. They had been living.