”I lifted the black dildo to Jackie’s mouth and she took it hungrily, closing her eyes.“Oh baby, suck young Scott off, let him fill your mouth w...ith his hot spunk.” I watched as my wife lost herself in the fantasy, pumping her pussy with one fake cock, whilst devouring another. The more I spoke about Scott, the more she moaned and groaned and sighed and orgasmed.As the bed got wetter and Jackie showed no signs of stopping her fantasy based masturbation session, I decided to be a bit. Then decided. “So I shall demonstrate my mastery, slave,” he continued. “Go to the second drawer and bring me the rod you will find there.”Carlotta’s sloe-eyes dilated fractionally with fear. She bit a fulsome lower lip. But she did not delay to obey. Contentedly, Quentin watched the girl’s prancing-stride and the delectable swing of her hindquarters. His, all his! The drawer was opened and Carlotta came back with the rod. It was the lightest, slimmest rod in Quentin’s whole collection, four. I had been smoking crack cocaine again and this was the third time today. I was stoned when I crawled into bed on all fours to continue the fucking marathon that Shawn had arranged. My clit was aroused though and I was ready and willing for the next 6 or 7 men that took me from behind. After a while, I found myself lying on my stomach, as the men mounted me and pumped me between my legs. I was very tired, but I had the strength to bob my head and use my lips to suck some of the men off when. She stopped. I lifted my head. She was wearing something that was hard to make out the details of. It was made of something that was darker than her skin, but seemed to glow in the dim light."Bob?" She came closer and the glow coalesced into a satin camisole that came to just above a pair of matching panties. She hadn't bought that at WalMart while we were replacing some of their lost clothing. She must have gotten it while I was on my trip.I was pretty sure she was doing something along the.