"So, do you always fight at bars or do you drink as well?" Tom chuckled but it was clear by the glare Paul shot that it wasn't funny. "I'm not a fag."... Paul growled as he grabbed Tom's throat. "Fuck off." Tom could only laugh nervously and recompose himself before ordering a round of drinks. "Well, lucky for you neither am I. I just couldn't help but notice how easily you took that guy down and well...I figured you'd be perfect to help me." Paul let out a booming laugh and slammed his beer onto. He then explained that we got to suck his cock and who ever did the best job would not get whipped just fucked as the other two would be tied and whipped. Dad was old and not handsome and having to suck and fuck him was no pleasure but he did it because we could not say no. We watched as the first one began suck him. She licked and sucked his old cock and he then grabbed her head and pulled her down all the way to his balls and held her there as she was unable to get free. She was gagging and. The combination of Jeremy’s tongue and thumb was pushing her ever closer to the edge. Her thighs tensed. Her clitoris tingled. Then Jeremy began to turn his thumb, pressing Brittany’s G-spot. That did it. Brittany’s moans turned to gasps, and with an ‘Ahh… ahhh… ahhhhh…’ she finally exploded, her body wracked by spasms of pleasure, her vagina held tight against his mouth. When she had finally caught her breath again, Brittany released Jeremy’s head, and looked at him with dreamy blue eyes.. “That’s good, but too stiff,” I said. I looked around. Her vanity chair fit this outfit much better than it had Megan’s swim suit. I got it and took it over in front of the sheet.She sat down, looking fairly prim. I had her move into five different positions before I finally decided on having her lean back with her arms on the arms of the chair, like she was just relaxing. Her head was up and she was looking at the camera when I took the first shot. She looked serious. What I thought about was.