Her nails clawed at his back, reaching downward until they met his ass. She brought her fingers under his body and found his ass-hole. She circled it ...ently with the tip of her finger. One finger found the hole. in, out. In, out.She adapted her own rhythm fucking motion, gyrating her hips and wet-haired cunt mound in time with his movements, allowing herself to savor every moment of his withdrawals, his slow plunge a. She settled herself for his first come as he drove his prick more securely. ..As I entered the room, I saw Terri in supplicant position, on her knees, head to the floor, one hand extended. She was being whipped with a belt by a man I didn't know. She wasn't cowering from his strokes; she was begging to be allowed to speak by wildly pointing to her mouth."STOP!" I yelled.I placed myself between Terri and the man, who was still trying to whip her."Just what the hell do you think you are doing?" I asked, in a deceptively mild voice, holding his eyes with my own.Margaret,. She had an idea of what Helen was planning for George, important not to make this guy come too soon. “Slow. Down.” She panted at him and felt his previous rhythm return. “Yes.” Helen said walking to stand behind him. “Slower. Harder. Deeper.”She instructed as she slid her hands around his waist unfastening his pants as he thrust. She drew down his pants and boxers in one fluid crouch, leaving her looking up at a flexing athletic ass, the cheeks clenching tight as the thick sheaved shaft slowly. "What do you find amusing?"Vittoria bites her lip, and the caesar feels his dick begin to harden again in her pussy. "My apologies, emperor. It.. it is... wonderful to find an equal." AN EQUAL?" he pulls harder on her hair.She gasps but her smile widens, "By equal, caesar, I mean you are as skilled as my reputation claims I am skilled."He broods, considering this statement. As petty punishment - and to give himself a break - he attaches her chain around her wrists and then to the bed posts,.