Where the hell was I? Who were these barbarians standing over me, snickering? Why was I bound? Oh Lord help me, I cried silently. ‘Ah, Alex,’ a l...ud booming voice announced from my left. I looked quickly to see my least favorite person in all of medieval Scotland clasping hands with an unsafer looking older Scotsman. I was finally able to drag in a breath and looked away, least he look at me. I looked to my right, and screamed again. Tilda. She had been bound and tied to the back of a horse,. My cock sprung out at a forty-five-degree angle, thick and veiny with a bulbous head. Chelsea looked up at me with a smile before leaning in and kissed it. Her cherry red lips spread around the head and slid down the first few inches. Her hand cupped my testicles and jiggled them like some stress relief balls.I basked in the view of Chelsea’s blonde mane bobbing back and forth, my cock disappearing past her cute little upturned nose. I placed my hand on the back of her head and started gently. I'll see you in a few minutes."When Laura got back to April's apartment, she noticed one thing that was different. April smiled nervously and let her in. She was still wearing the same tee shirt, but this time Laura could not see her bra straps under it. You little temptress, Laura thought. You took off your bra and then put your shirt back on!This discovery made it impossible for Laura to keep her eyes from dropping to April's breasts at the first opportunity. They were round and beautifully. Her pussy was nicely shaved and most probably, i thought wet! In overall, that spectacle was turning me the hell-on! After quite few seconds, i replied that she was very exciting and that i was already hard i iron... I added that i would like to take her like a bitch wherever she wanted! To my surprise, she laughed and told me that we could fix this if I was interested. For sure I was interested in fucking her, this little whore in hijab! And barely a quarter of an hour later, we were at her.