Mom stared at me with a puzzled frown on her face as I stood there in the bathroom like a dumbstruck lemon trying and failing to explain my first attempt at measuring my spunk. "Uh, well," I mumbled as I held up the empty measuring beaker for her to see, "I kind of, what I mean is, I couldn't aim straight. With my uh, thing. When I was, you know, uh, masturbating." Mom blinked and looked at me with her hands on her hips like I had just stepped off the nitwit bus. "How can you miss?" she finally asked petite as she glanced at the white sink and toilet behind me, "And if you missed Hardcore where did your," She paused and closed her eyes for a moment as the thought crossed mind, "Stuff go?" Go? Where the hell did she think it had gone? Cleaned up with tissue and flushed after I had recovered from squirting what felt like a quart all over the mirror, skinny sink, and floor as I staggered around the bathroom pumping my exploding cock with one hand and trying to hold the five-inch long, three-inch wide plastic beaker in the other to catch my pov spunk. Holy shit. There was no way I could squirt into something like that. It was like trying to amateur pat the top of your head and rub your stomach at the same time. Before I climbed on the carrier chair one of the priest gave me a little wafer that I was supposed to melt under Hardcore my tongue. Her husband was usually fine with that. She said she had a headache. I’ve been e-commuting to school so I could take care of him. Two of his fingers reentered me and as he started sliding them firmly in and out, an amazing wave of pleasure started coursing through my body. He skinny amateur ran his hands over every inch of her a hundred times, all the while slowly fucking her in the ass. Rigor was beginning to appear in her face and jaw area. -"YOU WANT ME TO HURT THESE BIG TITTIES?" he asked as he opened his hand and cupped her heavy boob, squeezing the nipple between his fingers. Cheers She stood with one leg petite up on the bath,her back to me,rubbing body lotion up her legs and body. I shrugged, washing beneath my nails. Unwilling to even finish it. The slaves were already naked of course so it was just Tracey and the other free girl, a pretty girl called Emily, that had to undress and hand their clothes to the receptionist for storage. The woman (Donna) took us to a pub for a drink to brief us on what she was expecting. We stood there in the middle of the terminal holding each other, and pov in a shuttering lip lock, like we were afraid if we stopped, it would all disappear. She moved it lower, ready to intrude, but she hesitated in the moment, and she seemed to draw deep pleasure from the anticipation. "He had the idol brought to the temple so that he could study it, and he told me never to touch it or go near it without him around. ‘Eleanor - thank you so much.