The knotted ropes struck her exposed pussy with a dull thud. Her head shook in response to each stroke with such violence that I feared she would hurt...herself. Brett, watching his wife deliver stroke after stroke must have had the same idea for he slid a thin pillow under Lynette's head. Still Olga struck with the knout on Lynette's pussy; rhythmically, methodically. The knots hit sometimes on the larger lips, sometimes in between, sometimes on the bone. All of Lynette's skin shone with her. And anyway I'm bi.Right after I whispered in his ear I saw light come to his eyes.I smiled at him, he smiled back at me.So I started asking what he likes about me.He listed:Everything, ur muscles, ur hair, the view u give me, the way u worked that crank.Hey alex, I got a confession, don't tell anyone.What , what is it and I won't, I promise. Alex responded.I had the hots for u since u came in.He said me too, when I saw u working infront of me I knew I wanted u, I wanted to work with you and it. ”“I know, sir. I promise I won’t. Even if you were my boyfriend I wouldn’t tell anybody. It’d be my favorite secret ever.”Ted felt she was hinting around. Not that he minded. The idea of making Lia his girlfriend made his mind spin and his cock surge with heat.“You wanna be my girlfriend?” he asked.She looked excited and happy. “Ohhh yesssss. But you have to fuck me.”Ted had her rise up a little so he could hold his cock in place, nudging the head against her wet pussy lips. He tucked the first. . forced for some reason."But this..." she hit his erection with the back of her hand "isn't because of me, right?"He jerked and his head came up again "HEY! Watch it! Of COURSE it's not because of you. That'd make me..." Horny?" she said with a grin.His head went back down. "I don't' want to talk about it any more." He put his arm back over his eyes.Melissa had a feeling he was on the verge of admitting something to her... something that made her feel... tingly. She'd never thought of her.