Here he was worrying about the players trying to get through a game without murdering each other, and yet he didn’t know if he could survive the nex... seventy two hours without turning into a raging ass. Before he could even think about it, his phone started to ring. Glancing down at the display, he nearly hit the brakes. ‘Is everything okay?’ Gabe dimly heard a soft intake of breath on the other line of the telephone. ‘Oh! I didn’t think you’d answer.’ Samantha was greeted by Gabe’s warm. " Yeah, you didn't even let me finish reading the letter. You were too busy spazzing out. Maybe he wants to be friends with me. You know, there's no law that says we can't be friends." Uh, excuse me? Maybe there's my law." Oh, my God I can't believe this! Why the hell are you being like this?" Like WHAT?" I can't believe this. Fuck you Ryan. Fuck you." She slammed the phone down, then took it off the hook so she could explain to herself that he was probably trying to call her back.Ryan heard. . And not just suckle, but really suck!Within moments, Lyle was pumping his thick creamy load right down her throat. His cum was incredible, it was the most softest, most sweetest, most delightful creamy cum she had ever tasted. Her eyes were wider and fuller than a doe's eyes, as she hungrily gulped down every last drop of him...She then sucked him dry, and licked the excess cream off of his helmet, and gave it one final appreciative kiss."Thank you..."She uttered a breathless sigh, as she. I lost count of the orgasms. It seemed like hours before both women lay exhausted on the bed, mewing contently. The room reeked of sex. Some time passed before Mistress Angela dragged herself out of bed and unlocked me from the shackles. I made my way into the basement and fell into bed; tired but happy thinking about the exhibition I'd seen.The next morning, I made breakfast for Mistress Angela and her friends. She informed me that we were going to the beach. I put together some sunscreen and.