I had always prided myself on determining the country of origin of female Orientals just by the shape of their backside and it was obvious to me these... girls were from Japan.That was quickly confirmed when I heard a couple of them start chattering about the feral cats that seemed to roam the streets at will as if they were the true owners of the little town. I was brought back earth when Nora's voice cut through my lazy thoughts about how delicious the five female Japanese backsides fit into the. More tears poured down her cheeks. Pete grinned and politely asked, “Ma,am you look hungry. Here’s a nice hot sausage for you. Enjoy.”Mrs. Upshaw shook her head and begged, “No, please. Not that. Please.”Pete just snorted slapped her face, squeezed her mouth open and stuck his ‘sausage’ right in. He pushed it in hard. Mrs Upshaw gagged. Pete pulled out. Then shoved it right back in even harder. Holding Mrs Upshaw’s head in a tight grip he started pumping and pumping letting his balls slap her. After a moment, he spoke again. "Say yes, and for the next thirty-six hours, you are mine, to do with as I please. Anything and everything I please. After that, we go back to our lives and never speak of this weekend again. No guilt, no strings, and no regrets."There was silence for a full minute, and when she finally spoke, it was so quietly he could barely hear it."Yes" she breathed.Chapter 3When she answered "Yes", it shocked them both. A large grin spread across his face. " I think I'm. That is until he pushed me away, “Christ, you have to stop…damn…you’re driving me crazy now.” I was just trying to do my best.So, I asked him, “Was that good dad…I did it right?”After more heavy breathing he smiled, “Oh yes, you did everything right…trust me…you’re good, very good.”After a few minutes both of us were about back to normal. I’d cleaned up most of my messy face and was back to leaning against him. There were a few wet spots on his pants but I couldn’t do anything about.