“A cock in my ass, one in my cunt, another shooting down my throat. What else daddy? I want to be dirtier, hornier, filthier. A cock in each hand. ...ocks in my hair, against my cheeks, guys rubbing off on my legs. I love it when......” She couldn’t finish her sentence but began bucking ferociously on my prick. I watched the pair of them. Looked into their eyes as they were cumming. “I’m gonna put you two cunts through some filthy shit. You’ll do everything. Anything. You’re my sluts, my cum. This is going to be a busy day for me. We clean up, a gentle washing that has become a morning ritual before we know it. He throws me my red robe to don and gets his plain white one on."We are coming," He yells back at Saul. "Don't eat everything." He would not?" I jokingly say."Not if he knows what is good for him," he jokes back.Saul has set a beautiful table for us. Meat, eggs, bread, jams, flowers, the works."You two are about as subtle as a bear on the hunt," Saul shakes his head at. He was a fantastic cocksucker, and that was all that mattered to me!I was driving for a small trucking company that about once a week brought close to where 'Jack' lived, and I began going there whenever could manage. I'm married. Been married for over 28 years, in fact, to the same woman all that time. Nevertheless, our sex life had gotten less and less frequent, and more and more dull ('stale' would bee another word for it); till it eventually stopped altogether. I knew a number of guys. As we waited for our various Italian entrees to arrive, a bunch of guys helped me get all of our instruments from our band’s trailer. Eda loved having Cathy and Wayne’s help in putting her drum kit together. If the two lovebirds had cut out all their little smooches, they, along with Cathy could have assembled her DW’s in less than half the time that it took them.As I was carrying in my two electric guitar cases, I saw Paul’s purple bass guitar case resting beside the storage closet. I chuckled.