Claire blows and the girls come down

The leader of the group grabs Claire's hair again and roughly forces her to suck sometimes one and sometimes the other brown cock of his companions. Loud shuffling noises fill the room, sometimes punctuated by guttural sounds of retching.

“You were right, the bitch sucks really well,” says the fat man happily.

Claire's make-up is totally smeared by the huge amounts of saliva and lust juice: The lipstick obscenely spread across her face and the eyeliner totally runny. Nevertheless, Claire does her best to protect her daughters. They come staggering down the stairs.

“Mom, would you please call Gloria, she's been texting us the whole time about where we are. And where the hell is Dad?” Alex shouts. Then the two of them enter the living room and are shocked to see the scene.

“Whoa, mom! What the fuck!” exclaims Haley, more amused than shocked.

“What ... what are you doing?” asks Alex.

“Oh God. It's not what it looks like.” stammers Claire.

“Well, mom, it looks like you're a dirty slut for black monster cocks,” Alex now huffs out in amusement.

“That was a good one!” she confirms to the buzzed Haley.

“Have you been drinking?” asks Claire, following her motherly instinct.

“Really mom? You're just trying to distract me,” Alex replies.

“But to your question, yes, we're a little tipsy,” laughs Haley.

“Hot shit! Is that you, Haley?” suddenly asks the leader of the group.

“OMG! Jamal! I knew I knew that big black cock!” Haley laughs.