By this point, the cougar had left my side. Flirting across the room, she whispered a few words into your fiancées ear, before French kissing her dee...ly. The cougar drew a line with her tongue from my fiancee's small but perfectly formed pair of breasts down to her fat and bright red clitoris, her teeth slowly teasing her nipples along the way. As the cougar slowly but surely began to rhythmically lap from the young woman's demanding pussy, the collage-aged b*o she came into the room with. "We're waiting for three more to arrive," he added, and then the girls will be out. Have a seat, there's plenty of booze until they get here."Once inside I noticed there was another obvious bodyguard type as he stood in front of the door which must have led into the bedroom of the suite we were now sitting in. I quickly counted and saw seven other guys besides Brad and myself who'd already arrived. Only two others seemed to know one another and were talking together, everyone else was. I feel my whole body move with each thrust you give me. “And don’t you forget it,” you give me one hard spank, and thrust in hard again. “Now be good, and come hard for me,” you whisper so low into my ear. Your fingers making their way up to my tits, and tug hard on my nipples. I didn't wear a bra today either, I wanted you to notice how hard my nipples get. I guess you've found out. “I love your tits,” I hear you smile against my neck. I can’t help but giggle; it sounds so hot hearing your. Through the walk he occasionally glanced over his shoulder making sure she was still following him, and of course she was, so he'd offer her a little smile or a little question or statement just to pass the short time on the walk all the while evaluating her. Either due to her situation, or perhaps she was always like this, he could tell immediately that this girl, Sarah, was inherently submissive. Though he doubted she'd been formally trained, she showed him all the signs that he knew to look.