When I came about I was lying in a pool of warm cum. I felt like I was flying, as satisfied as I have ever been. I sat up and looked around, checking ...y surroundings. There it was, the creature now molesting the tattoo girl. She was screaming in defiance as it was trying hard to subdue her. Ignoring the bonds around my arms and carefully traced through my vagina, I sneaked to the pair and knelt below the girl so that I was facing her wet pussy. I started to lick around it, slowly moving in,. I pushed my cock all the way to the balls in one stroke. I started fucking her real slow, it felt like I was fucking a bowl of pudding. I was having a good time and she said hurry up my pussy is sore, well I couldn't get enough friction to get off and she knew what the problem was. She started saying you small cocked pussy, a real man fucked me good and now your sweet pussy is all stretched out and loose.I started to get off on the humiliation I was starting to feel like I could cum. She had. How sad for her family.”“So, you can understand why I’m even more concerned about my wife and her potential encounters with other men.”“Of course,” he replied, nodding his head. “Of course. I will keep my eyes on her for you. You have my word.”Yeah. That’s what I needed. It wasn’t Slick’s eyes I was worried about being on her. Just then the door opened, and Jude came in. She seemed slightly out of breath.“Bill!” she said with a smile, “What are you doing here?”“Oh, I was in the area and saw. As she sat back, she left one hand on my inner thigh near my knee. Her hand felt extremely warm on my flesh. "Lift again," she instructed, and I did. It wasn't as easy as the first time. She had turned the top of the footpad away. My toes were therefore pointed away, and I had to concentrate on keeping traction with my feet. Her hand stroked my leg to command me and I set the weights down. She leaned forward to adjust the machine, and my imagination just about bowled me over. I imagined that.