It grew larger, filling my mouth. He caressed my head as he pulled me forward. My tongue scrambled for cover, but his cock slid back and down, filling...my throat with his hardness. I wrapped my arms around his ass and swallowed him entirely.Mason moved again, stretching me out on the wet and steaming floor. The water pounded our bodies. He hooked my wrists together and stretched them above my head, locking my tits between his thighs as he sat on me. I humped my chest in anticipation, lifting my. Every time she opened to scream he poured more down her throat. She started to groan more and fight less. I pulled out of her, and dragged her up by her hair, she followed loosely, as I pulled her towards the door. “What are you doing?” asked one of the guys.I opened the door, leaning her over the balcony banister. The bass from the music blasted through the air, shaking the whole house. She moaned from her abused pussy, a tiny trickle of blood running down her perfect thighs.Pulling her head. I'll call you before I meet him." I can't remember the time she called me to let me know that she was about to meet him, I just remember that she did. Suprisingly as time went by, I didn't set one off thinking of what may or may be not happening. I guess it was because I really did believe her when she said it was just coffee. I can't remember the exact time but I would say around 10pm I got a call from my wife. "Hello, well I guess we were both wrong." "What does that mean?" "He's interested. The rhythm of the dance should keep up with the rhythm of the music. And the dancer should dance in such a way so that they show off their best physical feature.”“How would you think I should dance for you?”“You? Me?”“Sorry did that question short out your brain?”“I guess it did, a little. Um, I guess with you doing the dancing I would like to see your butt swing and sway in time with the music.”“Not my tits?”“Oh, your tits are small and wonderful, but your bottom is what would make me start.