Mike knew she loved doing this. This was her very own, living sex toy, it didn't need batteries, alright it was not always hard enough to use, but the...fun was, making it hard enough, and it was there whenever she needed it. She stroked it through the soft folds, coating it with her juices from the crinkled skin surrounding her rear entrance to the aching bud of her clitoris, pausing there to pleasure herself. She kept this up, loving the sound of Mikes moans as she did, for almost half an hour,. A new feeling of total power took over. I went animal. I didn’t think it possible but now I pushed into her harder and faster, the slapping noise from my balls on her mound was now a continuous clapping. We were both sliding around on the cum covered floor. Sweat ran into my eyes and down my back into my bum cheeks and I was gasping for breath. She started to moan “oh God yes, yes. Cum with me baby, I can’t stand much more of this. My cunt’s on fire. Cum inside me, I’m almost there.” I willed. She had made it sound like trading sex for a place to crash, and that bothered him. It just wasn’t good enough. Gene smiled ruefully. Sometimes having a conscience was hard, especially if the part of him that didn’t was also hard. He adjusted his cock, having grown uncomfortable in his jeans, and went back to the bathroom with his coffee, leaning in the doorway. If she were not here, he would have taken care of this problem in the shower, by himself. Michele had turned under the shower,. I answered by smiling and putting the cuffs on my hands and feet and lying down on my back. I clipped in my hands, and wiggled my feet for her. "This way, I am at YOUR mercy. Do it at your pace..." I said, leering at her moist pussy."Oh WOW!" she squealed. "I've never been the one controlling it!" She practically jumped around on the bed getting my legs into place and secured. I tugged on them and honestly didn't think I could break out of it even if I wanted to. She jumped off the bed saying,.