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I woke up early the next morning to make breakfast for our new house guests. Chasity was still asleep but lying outside the comforter. Her night shirt had ridden up and her ass was exposed. It was evident she had taken a pounding or multiple poundings up the ass the day before. Her asshole was beet red, swollen and dilated with a hint of semen in the canal even after her shower. I left her to sleep, went downstairs and started making bacon and eggs. Surprisingly, both Tyrone and Buck got up shortly after me. Daddy reminded me that their parole officer was going to be by to check in and attach their ankle monitors.
I feed the men and while they were eating, Tyrone had me rub his shoulders. Than Buck asked me to do the same for him and I did after Tyrone gave me permission. As I was massaging Buck, Daddy came up behind me, started kissing me and pulled down my shorts. He began rubbing my ass cheeks, than slowly stuffed a thick finger into my rosebud. Buck took my hand off his shoulder and placed it on his thick cock as it had broken free of his boxer shorts. Ty started pistoning his finger in and out of me as he spit down my butt crack for lubrication. Buck followed suit, spitting on his cock to add traction to my hand job. We were just getting ready to move to the couch when the doorbell rang.
The men straightened themselves up and quickly sat down at the breakfast bar. It took me greater effort to get my shorts up, get the saliva off my neck and straighten my hair. Just as I was going for the door, Tyrone stuck his fuck finger in my mouth and had me lick it off. The doorbell was perfectly timed as five minutes later, Chasity came downstairs. If the doorbell hadn't rang, it would have been hard explaining my getting spite roasted on the living room sofa. I went to answer it and Chasity joined me at the door. We were greeted by the sight of Parole Officer Pam Rocker. She was about my height, noticeably muscular with very short brown hair and dressed in a manly uniform.