Of course

Unable to stop yourself, you whimper out

“P-please fuck me. I want it so bad.”

“Out here? In the middle of the room?” Mrs Leathson says in a teasing tone

“Anywhere you want. As a servant here I must do as you say ma’am.”

“John must have trained you quick. Either that or you were always this much of a slut. We booked our trip here as soon as we found out you were here. Honestly, we were hoping you’d have some fight still in you, but this is even better.” Mrs. Leathson said, “You don’t mind fucking your parent’s friends?”

“No ma’am. I’ll fuck anyone and anything that I’m required to.” You say, your pussy dripping and aching to be touched again.

“Even if it’s humiliating?”

“Even then ma’am.”

By now Mr Leathson had taken his cock out and began stroking it. You had to admit it was bigger than you expected, but not comically large. The thought of it impaling you and fucking you silly was enough to make you shudder with excitement. The desire to touch yourself is unbearable, but with your hands obediently behind your back you can do nothing. Mrs. Leathson’s attention was all on you though, as if she could sense your building sexual frustration.

"get on your knees for me." she said

doing as you're told, you're surprised to feel the tip of her shoe press up against your clit

"hhhaaahh" you inhale sharply from the sudden stimulation.

now also at waist height you can see up the skirt of her short dress all the way to her cleanly shaven pussy. your mouth began to water at the idea of either of them cumming in or on your face, and using you as a fuckhole. the mix of pleasure and pain you felt from the shoe digging into your clit only added to the desire. unconsciously, you begin to move your pelvis back and fourth on her shoe, trying to get some more pleasure from it.

"what do you think dear?" Mrs. Leathson asked her husband

"I think she'll be perfect." he replied.

all of a sudden the pressure on your clit ceases as she and her husband stand up and grab you by your collar to bring you to your feet.

"we're going to have some fun." Mrs. Leathson says, whispering in your ear.