John continued to maul my tits until I didn't think the pain could get any worse. All the while vibrating his hand and his fingers on and in my pussy ...o fast and hard my entire body was shaking. I lost my balance in my high heeled shoes and I would have slipped to the floor except I was held up by the hand between my legs. My weight pressed John's hand harder against my pussy lips and clit until I regained my balance. Damn, it felt like he was trying to crush my tits and my pussy. "Listen to. My boy’s hand was now against my bare belly and his had made its way inside my sweats, in fact I could tell it was right my airstrip. I, too, though was feeling his treasure trail against my cheek and when I looked forward I could see down into his loose jeans and the tip of his cock was sticking out from the top his shorts. I don’t think he had an erection but he wasn’t soft either and it was so close to my mouth that if it grew any more than an inch, it would be right at my lips. I rolled. The forward bending position was highly uncomfortable, but fortunately Susan was as efficient with this tie than she had been with the others. When our our wrists were tightly cinched against each other, she pushed our backs against each other again.She then tied our elbows together and finally took an extremely long rope that she started to coil around our hips and stomachs. She then cinched the huge rope to our middle and thus we were pressed tightly against each other.I would've been happy. I'm tired of it and you are making a fool of yourself." Mrs. Johansson sounded upset. She said, "Look, Bob is a good friend. If you don't want to go tonight, don't but I'm going." Oh no, I thought. This definitely would not be good. It was easy to understand why Mr. Johansson was jealous. His wife, Bridget, was beautiful. For being in her mid-thirties, she was by far the hottest babe in town making it easy to see where Becky got her good looks. Rumor had it that Bridget had been a model and.