I moaned weakly at the soft brush of his lips, and pitched my hips forward to grind on his. “Bitch,” contempt in his voice as he released me ran ...hrough my tightly kegged emotions. Open palm against his cheek, cracking in the once peaceful space, I put my frustration into the swing. His head moved with the force of the blow, swinging to the side. Snapping back, he spit on my face, thick strands that dripped down my face, framing my bared teeth. The hand not buried in my hair came up, savage. .the cat o nine tails lay on the seat of a plush recliner with a massive yet intriguing vibrator leaning up against it, the bed itself was huge a full california king that held a variety of tools i was familiar with being a mechanic but not used to seeing in the bedroom, as my new friend and I discussed the layout on the bed I came to find out he was in search of a woman that would be able to assist him with fulfilling his fantasy of completing his new fucking machine and be in the film of its. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her skirt and heaved another sigh of relief. She still had her panties.The room was tiny and Renee was certain she had never seen it before. Aside from the two beds, it had a washbasin and nothing else. It was stripped as bare as Fran's butt. Renee started to giggle at the thought, and then stopped, shocked.What was funny about that? She wondered. She felt curiously lightheaded. When she stood the room swayed around her, her stomach protested, and. Lisa looked at him and smiled.Sarah continued, "When you moved in, the three of us agreed that two of us should not have sex more than once in a row. Greg and I had sex last week. How do we want to handle this?"Lisa looked at her spouses and wondered. She started to run through ideas in her head. Greg interrupted those thoughts with, "Lisa, I can not imagine either Sarah or I NOT wanting to have sex with you. So don't think that we will suddenly exclude you when you're ready." This seemed to.