My stomach gurgled a bit, but I managed to convince it that food would be good right about now, so I continued to make my way to the kitchen.There's s...omething remarkably sexy about a man standing in front of a stove in nothing but boxers, cooking breakfast. I felt my nipples perk up as I watched George take the next batch of bacon off the stove and cover it in paper towels. He noticed me standing there in the doorway as he grabbed another slab of raw bacon."She lives! Amazing. There's pancakes. They probably were heavy drinkers and all these drinks had little effect on them.Once we were done drinking, I asked my friend to sit, Treesa was sitting there as well, and I took Dia to bedroom again. Dia immediately went to bed again and we started hugging and kissing. I could see that Treesa came in a while too, and saw us in embrace. She came and sat near us, and started relaxing.My friend too came in, and as he was a despo, he didn’t allow Treesa to settle even, and immediately started. Still, she wanted to feel like she was in control here. ‘Are you gonna just sit there or…’ Cat turned back around and shook her reddened ass at him, ‘vas a joder a mis pequeños cerebros puta fuera? (are you going to fuck my little whore brains out?)’ Realizing that she clearly wanted another go round, he wanted to truly dominate her for this moment. He spit on his hand and stroked himself and without any warning or further prep, pierced her core with his cock, going deeper inside her than he. Jenny leaping to her feet, hands to her stinging rear. I heard myself, loud and clear, 'Jenny, your punishment will begin now.' I watched every stroke, then the aftermath, then Jenny caning me. I saw the red marks appear on my own backside. It gave me, despite my anger, a thrill. I watched us kissing, watched myself leading Jenny upstairs, almost expecting the camera to follow us to my bed. It didn't, of course. Jeff hadn't put a camera in my room. Yet. Or one he's given me a link to. I scanned.