The next morning, when I woke up, I felt something on my stomach. Amoment later I realized it was an arm, a masculine arm.Then I heard the owner of th... arm murmur in his sleep, and I woke upentirely. For a moment, I panicked, wondering what was going on and whatI should do.Then the man murmured again, and his hand fell from my stomach. Thusfree, I felt like if I was going to get away from this man and figure outwhat he was doing in my bed, the time was now ...I slipped out of the bed as quietly. "Yes ma'am, I'm here" Rachel croaks, her mouth suddenly dry. The woman immediately begins complaining shrilly, saying the we simply MUST turn her phone back on RIGHT NOW, because she NEEDS IT, and she paid her bill late last month and it was still on... blah blah blah... nerves frazzled to the breaking point, she snaps "Look, we can't do it until you pay your bill, and that's your fault, be glad you don't have REAL problems..." and stops herself before she goes any further. Mumbling a quick. Your body is pushed forward and back on the sofa, nipples rubbing and growing stiff against the leather.SPANKHis hand comes down hard on your ass cheek as he fucks you.SPANK. SPANKTwo more in quick succession.Spanks rain down on your ass as he continues to pound your needy, aching pussy. You are finally feeling that sense of release building. That itch being scratched, from the inside, out. With heat radiating off of your ass you feel your first orgasm building from deep within you. The spring. Ambrose couldn'tstop himself from crying out in pain but the ring gag muffled those tointelligible noise. "Don't make me rip that tiny little thing off you.Now I'll ask you again, have you been a bad girl?"Seeing no other choice Ambrose nodded. The girls all squealed withlaughter for a moment. "Hang on, hang on." Shelly quieted them down.She waved Doggie Style out of the way as she raised Ambrose's phone andlevelled it at him. "Hey Ambrosia, have you been a bad girl?" It didn'ttake a.