Then a hand pushed me forward onto my hands and knees and I felt a cock going up my ass as another cock went in my sucking mouth. On and on this conti...nued with them changing me into different positions depending on how they wanted to either fuck me or have their cocks sucked. Sometimes all three of my holes would be filled with cock and sometime only two. None of these guys seem to take very long as most would pump me hard and fast and then grunt their load out into me. As soon as one guy would. No matter, I said to myself.Since she was already pretty blitzed, I poured a VERY weak drink for her - a stronger one for me. I handed her a glass and we toasted to my chivalry. There she sat, legs crossed on my bed. She wore some very short knit shorts and a blouse with only one button fastened. The blouse was white in color, and I noticed she had exceptionally dark nipples and aereolae. The fastened button was down by her navel, so more than a generous amount of breast was showing.We. He lifted his fingers back to his nose and smiled, ‘she really squirmed on my fingers though, she has a nice tight cunt’.I felt my face redden but before I could say anything he pointed down to my cock and laughed. My shame was compounded, I couldn’t hide the effect he’d had on me, my cock, hard and throbbing, sticking out of my flies betrayed me. He came closer, whispering in my ear. ‘Well now, does that turn you on boy? Knowing that I've fingered your wife? She didn’t complain too much when I. If we are to have any chance, we need to start.”Samantha Wheatmore had set the intimate dinner table in one of the smaller rooms of her mansion. Her first impression of Steven Fitzgerald was that he was shorter than expected, like a screen actor you meet in person: exceptional looks, but unimposing physically. Her second impression was of those eyes that seemed to be able to read your soul, an impression that was reinforced when they got down to business.He had insisted on the private meeting.