Each breast would wobble pleasingly as she moved about. Her long dark hair was piled up in an elegant coiffure, and she had a single short strand ...f pearls around her neck, worn like a “choker”. Gazing at her derriere, I could not see even a hint of a panty line to mar the shape of each arse cheek (curious, I thought). The dress fabric fell across the curve of her bum so faithfully that it even hugged into the cleft in between. “So, what did she have to say for. I shoved my tounge deep into my wife's pussy as she pushed down on my face grinding on me. Marcus positioned himself behind Helen licking her from clit to arse. We writhed around on the bed in an oral sex orgy for a good 20 minutes, I then knew Marcus was fucking Helen as I felt the bed rocking and her head rocking on my cock with each thrust. My wife's pussy was leaking all over my face as I felt Marcus stop fucking Helen and walk around to behind my wife. He lifted her up slightly placed the. "He's a bastard, Miss," reasoned the taller one. "I know," she sighed weakly. "Put the gag in now, please, nice and tightlike you're supposed to. I won't change my mind." "Very well, Miss," he said, pushing the ball gag as far as she thought itcould reasonably go and then shoving it deeper and deeper by manipulating hermouth with his fingers. He was none too gentle about it. She didn't expecthim to be. She wobbled a bit on her feet but managed to hold her balance. Herexpanded mouth ached. She had written papers, done research, sat in the front row of his class, not wearing panties of course, and crossed and uncrossed her legs to give him a good view of her sweet spot. It was all for politics. Politics! Carla just loved politics. The whole idea of it, the being at the center of power, getting to where the decisions were being made, where deals were done. That was what got her juices flowing, got her hot, got her ready for the big game of politics. She would do anything to get.