When she came off me her tongue caught a stray drop and popped back into her mouth. It occurred to me, rather uncharitably, that Abigail had certainly...done some learning at college. “That was fantastic,” she almost giggled, standing up to kiss me while she still had her hand around my cock. “I loved watching you. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll make it up to you.” How could I mind with the promise of Abigail’s beautiful, flushed face, promising me more? We sat on the sofa, kissing and Abigail. Halfway between take-off and impact, Ted felt something hard strike him square in the gut, driving the breath out of his lungs. He collapsed on the ground, mere inches from his target, only to feel that same object pound between the base of his neck and his shoulder blades. Blackness enveloped him as he passed out from the pain. His last conscious thoughts were of his Denise, still held prisoner by three of Jeff’s goons. He prayed that his actions had persuaded the lusting man that the attack. I would welcome the princess's hand falling on my rump with such glee.My small breasts jiggled before me as I thrust so hard. The friction burned around my stone-cock, the velvety delight surging down to my pussy. My cunt drank it in, growing juicier and juicier by the moment.“Oh, Mistress,” I panted. “Your asshole... It's so tight.”“Yeah,” groaned Sven. I felt my Master's eyes on me, watching me fuck his betrothed. “Fuck her hard, slave. Make her cum for being such a naughty slut.”My purr. It was my boss, probably wanting to meet up to discuss everything that we had learned (or I was supposed to learn) over the morning and to strategize for the rest of the conference.The call acted like a cold bucket of water on my libido. What the hell was I doing? What happened with Brad never should have gone down, and as I rushed to get ready (including a quick shower to make sure none of Brad's cum remained on me) I told myself that it was a case of temporary insanity and that it would never.