He made sure they were secure, then moved back. “Would you like some water?” he asked. “Yes, Sir,” came her reply. She was thirsty, but was wo...dering why Peter had left the spreader bar attached to her ankle cuffs. Her arms were tingling a bit, but the soreness in her breasts were her greatest concern at this moment. Peter left the room for just a few moments, and returned with a chilled bottle of water. He opened the top, then handed it to Susan. She reached up with her wrists cuffed, and took. She was now in a whimpering pant, her hair falling wildly around her face as I got into a hard pace jackhammer style as her ample frame bounced and the sound of our flesh slapping together was driving her to a frenzy. Knowing we could not hold the position long I turned her onto all fours her forehead buried in between the cushion and the arm I entered her from behind. Now she forced herself back against me as I grabbed a handful of hair with both hands and pulled her to upright and grabbed. I saw Jen leaning against the wall of the entrance to my 39th floor penthouse smoking a cigarette. She was beautiful. Strawberry blond hair, shoulder length, with some streaks of very light red. She had a very athletic body. She was a swimmer in college and her body remained in great shape. She wore a short white ruffled skirt and a pair of pink Pumas, with no socks. She had a small diamond anklet that her father bought her for her 18th birthday. It sparkled as I scanned her beautiful body. Her. “I’m going to fuck you in the gloryhole. You’re not going to touch anyone but me. I want you to tease those fools with their cocks in the holes, tease them how you’re getting fucked by a real man that knows how to push your buttons.”Hearing what was required, Michelle began to drip in anticipation. Her body became a broken faucet. No matter what Nik did or said, fluids would leak out of her love hole. Face first against the grimy wall, the moans of Ana sucking on white cocks in the background,.