“OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. Fuck me deep, Rick. Fuck my pussy and make me cum with your cock as deep as it will go. OH GOD IN HEAVEN, I’m ge...ting a cum again and again. Fill me with your cum and make us a baby.”Senora Gonzales knelt behind me and slipped her hands up between my legs to caress my balls. Her other hand slipped between my buttocks as she did. With a finger at my butthole, she slowly milked my balls.I blasted my cum inside Ms. Rita like never before. I felt like I was. After a while, Rita went in for the kill. ‘You know sweetie, we could have a much better conversation in your room perhaps. You do have one here don’t you.’ She suggested. Chad gave her a long hard look. She was a pretty lady, and it had been a while since he had been laid. What the hell, if he couldn’t have Sara, then at least the trip wouldn’t be a total loss. ‘Yea come on, let’s go to my room.’ Once there, she let him know a few things before they proceeded. ‘Before I let this go any further. It required careful planning and considerable physical flexibility to hang oneself upside down from the ceiling, put on nipple clamps and then attach them to the wall, the way Helen had done. I also observed that in spite of her uncomfortable position, she didn't look like a helpless, vulnerable victim. She was completely in charge of the situation.One thing which might explain this impression was that she had retained free use of her hands and arms, whereas Cathy and I always had our hands. ‘I’m your fucking sissy slut bitch.’ ‘Goddamn right you are,’ said Desmond. He gripped my shirt and tossed me face-first on the couch between Jill and Lily. The girls squealed, then separated to give me room. My eyes fell on Jill’s lower half: Skirt hiked up around her waist, panties off, legs splayed, one hand caressing her glistening clit, the other hand clutching her fifth or sixth or seventh glass of wine. Her legs were hairy, her thatch thick. Fucking hippie, getting cunt juice on my sofa..