The problem was, I was enjoying it more this way too.So, it was a race.Greta’s rise to orgasm came even with mine only microseconds before we both h...it our orgasms. I was so blinded by the sensation that I couldn’t concentrate well enough to know what was up or down, much less whether she had given in to me before I had given back to her.My orgasm broke and I fell to my side on the bed, pulling Greta down with me. Both of us fought to gulp down air. By the time I could concentrate, I noticed. Take it down. You know you can do it. You've had it in there more than enough times," Glen said as he feed his cock to me.I could feel it extend down into me, open my throat and filling my mouth. I was struggling to breathe through my nose as he choked me with his dick. He kept working my throat getting deeper and deeper, then he'd pull out and I'd gasp for air before he'd thrust back into my open mouth. He systematically throat fucked me, working his whole cock down me. I felt his balls brush. ”The phone stopped ringing.Laura moaned again, the sound changing into a whine partway through. “I’ll enjoy it so much! Touch me more!”I fucked up. Alaina pressed her hands to her face. I fucked up worse than anything I’ve ever done. She squeezed her eyes shut. I’m so sorry, Laura. I tried to tell you. I’m not that amazing. Not when it matters. What can I do? How can I stop him?The phone began to ring again.“Strip for me. Be sexy about it.”“She’s barely fucking wearing anything already,” Alaina. Her rules are that I can only shop where she has established an account, it keeps me in line and makes me dependent. So I don’t carry credit cards. I would lose them anyway, I am sort of absent minded about things when I am out. My car has one of those number pads, I leave my main purse with more money plus a phone and keys and stuff in the car, which is locked.”That made a lot of sense or was the act of a real asshole for a mother. Maybe the two are not mutually exclusive. “You know, cars are.