That was my que that she had had intersourse and needed to tidy up and that she was cleaning up for my pleasaure also. Joan and I were talking and I ...only had my robe on. She was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and a white t-shirt. I flirted with her a little and saw an opportunity. Joan is very sexual and very permiscuous. I turned off the kitchen light as if to head upstairs, instead i walked over to Joan sitting at the kitchen island and opened my robe and let my cock brush up. She kept telling me that she would probably be very noisy and she may have more marks on her body after. “But you won’t see them,” Sara teased, “so it won’t matter how marked my tits are.” I could tell by her voice that she was looking forward to it immensely. Doug arrived around seven thirty and he was carrying a rucksack and by the time that they went upstairs at nine thirty; we had finished three bottles of wine. I heard Doug say to Sara in the kitchen before they went to bed. “We don’t. ." "You like this do you? You like my hand playing with your pussy?" he asked, with a devilish smirk. "Ohhh, yess," she whimpered in reply. "Well this is only the beginning, baby. Wait till you see what's coming up next!" He stood up and swept her up in his strong arms turning around and setting her into the middle of the bed. It was his turn now to get undressed and as she lay in the bed panting and quivering, he began slowly removing his clothes. He took off his long sleeve shirt and she got. His fingers would rub my clit which left a stain on his trouser, but I knew he didn't mind. Dessert was a rich pudding that Mom made on special occasions, like my birthday. Using a spatula she smeared it over my tits so Mr. Miller could lick it off.My dinner came next and consisted of grapes, strawberries, and baby carrots. I sat on the table with my legs spread eagle. Mr. Miller slid each piece of food into my pussy before feeding it to me. Through the whole meal Mom looked proud of me."Let's.