Before my very eyes it began to transform. And in a flash of blinding light there sat a man. The most handsome man I had ever lay eyes on. He had blac... hair that was spiked in the front. His eyes were a crimson red. His skin was pale and flawless. He wore no shirt, revealing a smooth, tatooed, chest. The only clothing he wore were tight black jeans. He had a slight smirk on his face. He spoke in a British accent. Nevermore His voice was melodic, like velvet dragging across my ears. It shook me. In addition, her short hair-do complemented her well. In all, Saleisha was a goddess! ‘Babe, aren’t you weary?’ I said, as I kissed her soft lips. ‘We did it six times already.’ ‘I want some more.’ Saleisha said softly. ‘I can’t get enough of your dick, daddy. It’s that good.’ I lowered my head, and locked lips with Saleisha, tasting every flavor of her tongue. We were both moaning in appreciation, and my dick was steel-hard again. This felt so exhilarating that I knew I needed more of. The room seemed to pause as each crack of the whip echoed. I saw some of the people wince as the whip cracked down on Desire’s girl again and again. It wasn’t long before the poor girl ended up in only a open ass skirt and electric tape over her nipples. Honestly, I got bored of watching Desire and this other Dyke have their way with some girl. I made my way down to where people where wrapping each other with plastic wrap. It was funny watching this young guy and girl being bound together and. My breathing sucks in sharp, the pinch of him forces a moan out. He smiles at me, knowing I approve of him. How could I not? He begins to roll his hips gently, fully inside me. My hands move up, into his hair, I grip him, and he rolls faster. He doesn't thrust, just rolls deeper into me. I can feel myself withering, encouraging him to go on. He finally begins to thrust into me; I whimper and lift my hips from the floor. I match his pace, never missing a beat. We move together in total harmony,.