The seven other women gathered around the front of her chair and looked at her anxiously. Carla stepped forward as head of the new ad hoc group."We ha...ve decided that it is our duty to help you. After all, the name, support group, implies helping those in need. We feel you need us with this problem son of yours."Taking a big breath, Carla continued with deep concern in her eyes,"We propose that the seven of us take turns relieving your obvious anxiety about having an over-sexed and. I asked if he thought they were talking about mine and he laughed and said he didn't know. I was now curious as to what this sirte was all about as I never searched such bold sites. Soon my nipples were growing hard and erect. He began massaging my breasts pulling and pinching my nipples. I said let's go to the bed and he said no wait. He was removing my top and I was ok with this as I was getting horny. He then said yes, they are talking about you honey. I asked how could they see me? . Uhg...ugh...ugh..." was all I could manage as he fucked his cock into my throat."That's...it...suck me...baby...suck me...hard..." his words broke each time he shoved his dick into me, "yeah baby...you...thinking of my...cum...in...you're...mouth."(He's going to cum in me again...fuck, I don't know if I can do this...why the hell didn't I leave when I had the chance) I knew I'd have to eat his cum and put the thought of it to the back of my mind; it'll be what it will be, but man his dick...oh. As luck would have it I hit pay dirt straight away. I showed the photo to a waitress, a pretty, plump, big breasted, blue eyed and flaxen haired stereotype German madchen. She recognised him as 'Greta's toy boy'. It transpired that Greta was boasting of how she would marry her toy boy, retire to England and never have to turn another trick for the rest of her life–unless she wanted to.I don't think Greta was too popular with my waitress—Ushi—because she voluntarily gave me directions to where.