Once or twice he stopped at the top of a thrust and she just hung there on his fat pole, this was what was to come next?Sue was having an orgasm every...thrust now and was feeling happy, but weak. He had wrecked her cunt, but not cum himself, apart from the 1st explosion! He was near to cumming himself, his breathing changed to grunts and she thought she ought to get off this spunk firing cannon now! 'Mr, err Mr, do you think we can stop now Mr...please?, she trembled out weakly. No reply from. I had to arch my back just to ease pressure on my shoulders and this pushed my breasts out further, which seemed exactly what my captors desired.My legs were spread slightly wider than my hips and my ankles were cuffed and then chained to small rings built into the floor of the stage. They were hinged so that they could lay flat in in D-shaped recesses when not in use and I hadn't noticed them before. The girl in the bikini fitted my mouth with a ball gag, which I didn't like at all, and I. Charise suppressed an almost irresistible impulse to cover her cleavage.In a few moments, she would discard her flimsy white suspender belt. Themounting tension was all but excruciating (paradoxically, she was nostranger to this kind of dishabille; she'd modeled swimwear severaltimes over past year or so. Of course, there was a vast differencebetween a two-piece bikini and a matching set of intimates! OMG this wasso embarrassing).Standing before the mob in her glimmering white underwear,. I bent over and kissed my wife, she kissed me back and told me she loved me, she asked if I was sure about this. I replied by grasping her sweater at the hem and starting to raise it. My wife raised her arms over her head, allowing me full access to pull the shirt off, leaving her sitting in only her bra above the waist. I slowly reached around her back to unclasp the eye-hooks holding her bra strap. Slowly I pulled the bra off her shoulders and her arms. My wife's nipples were protruding.