She fought bravely to keep the look of pleasure and satisfaction off her face because she knew Alice was no dummy and she would catch on to her wanton...behavior with very little difficulty. After wetting Ralph’s demanding digit with her juices, she got up from the table to drop thee soaking wet kitchen towel into the laundry basket in the corner. The scent of sex was in the air rising from the smelly towel and her dirty panties hidden under her house dress that covered her slutty shame.Poor. ” Greg heard the lid open. “Wow that stinks, phew. My names Ben by the way. Craig didn’t say your name so I’ll just call you toilet, it suits you. I know you can’t talk to me but I’ve got a way of asking a couple of questions. If the answer is yes wriggle your tongue, do you understand?”Greg moved his tongue in the tube.“Excellent. Right toilet. First question, did you get into the box willingly? To fulfil your fantasy?”Greg reluctantly wriggled his tongue. He had a spark of hope that if he. He would be out soon. Lorna sat there waiting. Her partner Rick had not come out, he was in the kitchen putting the kettle on for a cup of tea.She sat there pouting and finally lost patience, her clit throbbed and was as hard as her nipples. She had considered sliding the remaining ice cube around them but there was no need – a wet towel could have hung on them right now.‘Rick my darling, would you come here please?’ she said through gritted teeth. Rick appeared-also in just a towel, he. A young black woman, kneeling between Bufford’s spread legs, had his dick inside her mouth. She was the reason he had kicked the coffee table away. The woman’s ankle-length dress pooled on the floor around her. Three stiff braids stuck out from her head, one on each side and one in the back. They bounced with her bobbing head. A metal collar was locked around her neck.Bufford looked away from the bobbing head to his brother. “Clyde, he’s a good old boy.”The police chief shifted in the cushy.