Barefoot asked.“Yeah! Scotty just fixed the stereo is all. We just dancin’ is all.” Michelle said.I don’t know about dancing but Michelle’s ...hips sure were moving. She moved down my body like a cat sniffin’ for mice and when she got to my zipper she damn near ripped it off. “Fuckin’ hell, Amber won’t kiddin’!” Michelle said.“What? What did Amber say?” I perked up hearin’ Amber’s name.Michelle looked up at me through half moon eye lids and licked her lips in front of my cock she was strokin’ then. My legs tried to close on their own as I pulled against my shackles. I was cumming harder than I ever had - pushed past my limits by Samsara - and I loved every second of it. The man inside of me came but didn't stop fucking me. "You have a man beside you and he wants to cum on your face, whore. Do you want him to do so?" she asked, knowing the answer. I nodded urgently, and moments later felt hot, fresh cum across my cheeks, nose and chin.The men in my hands were close to cumming. I could feel. We’d only got home from the party at three-thirty in the morning, and so breakfast was just this side of noon. Jill keeping it to a very light breakfast as she wanted to look her best for John and Becky’s upcoming wedding, now only three weeks away.The portions and choice of food she served me making clear that she expected me to give her moral support in her efforts to lose those last pounds so she’d look her best in the new dress she’d bought for the wedding. After all the booze I’d drunk the. He built the house and he and his mate Clarrie O'Loughlin spent the last ten years just fishing and relaxing. Dad passed away last month. His will stipulated that I couldn't inherit any of his money unless I made sure that the person who bought the house gave a firm undertaking to look after 'Rosie' the goat. In other words he or she was to be a permanent resident." That doesn't seem too bad" I replied."That's only part of it, come with me." She led me through the gate and the goat trotted up..