. Jack are you listening ?”I was flicking through Sky Sports and half listening “ Yes yes gardening yada yada” “ She is expecting you around n...on don’t be late”I was late but arn't all students.........“ We are renting it for 12 months always wanted to live in the country so we thought why not the company’s paying” We walked through to the kitchen“ Well Jack I really appreciate you coming over like this” I was admiring her fit body her legs were toned and tanned as she walked ahead of me her. She was trying desperately to get up, but with both her hands and legs tied, she hardly had any control as I continue to fuck her.I could see the vibrator already wet with her juices, but I had no plans on going easy on her. She was extremely horny too which was clearly visible through her moans that were very loud now, and her use of Hindi abuses (it was a clear trend, once horny, she used a lot of them).Words like chut, lund, bur, gaand, harami, madarchodd, randi kept flowing from her mouth. He even wore one of those green aviator jackets with the orange lining. God, she loved him in that. He was what women loved about a man in uniform. She knew it the first time she saw him hosing down Engine 18 outside the local station house. Her uncle was a firefighter back in the day. He didn’t look like this one, though. This one was like something out of an old western, redressed in firefighter blues and given broad shoulders with tattooed arms. How could someone so masculine be so. “Like the credit card your parents give you” I remarked. … Just above us, Holly was going through the same ritual. Holly sat on a foot rest in the middle of the room, couches around her. Each guy took their turn standing in front of her, as she undressed them. She quickly found out who in fact had the biggest cock. Peter, the leader, went first in the ritual. Holly was sure he had to be the biggest, as his ten inch cock flopped out of his boxers. She had Chris, the black one, go next, to.