The gas fireplace offered the only illumination, its flames giving an erotic glow to Gwen’s body. Xxx Sending Jennifer Angel to dress, I sauntered down to her kitchen. Later, definitely later. I looked over, to see a naked Jennifer sprawled on her back, with Bailey kneeling between her thighs. Still wearing my clothes from yesterday, I was sitting in the plush leather passenger seat next to Angel, with Bailey behind me playing with the hair just above my collar. Diana continued screaming and wailing with each orgasm. Now, Master, it is long past time that I talk to you about your father. Gwen held my hair, kissing me repeatedly as she used her every muscle, meeting my thrusts. More Otto surprises we would have to save for later. As I howl my spasming completion, I collapse bonelessly, my full weight on her.
