She began to thrash on the bed, kicking her legs uncontrollably. “OHHHH….MMMMMMMM…AIEEEEE!” She screamed as her climax catapulted her into a...other dimension. She was shaking, quivering with abandon, as her pussy continued to squeeze, and more liquid poured out onto the bed.Tim licked his fingers as he watched her have her first squirting orgasm. She was really enjoying herself, even without being touched. Her vagina throbbed for fully 5 minutes, a record for any sexual encounter she had. She was so close to cumming a third time when he stopped, untied her legs, and sat her up. She knew she was sitting up straight, but her arms were still tied behind her to the bed, so that she couldn't move her elbows from where they were pinned over her head, keeping her hands at the back of her neck. She arched out her chest and breasts to give her shoulders more leeway, when she felt the swollen head of a penis on her lips. She was still so aroused and close to cum that she hungrily took it. She needed a hot masseur too. Em poured herself a longish whisky over ice and checked her watch. It was ten o’clock. She sat in the comfy armchair beside the second house phone in the suite’s living area. She made two calls. The second one was to Ambrose. He was always around in the late evening and anyway expected her to call. He was working at home (no surprise there) and they chatted briefly. They cooed goodnights when Em told him she was tired and was going to bed. Ambrose told her she. It had thin straps and a hook closure similar to a swimsuit. As I worked my way over her shoulders, I nudged the straps out to the sides, then as I got to the closure, I unhooked it, letting it fall open to her sides. I let my eyes wander all over her back as my hands followed. She had light freckles all over with only a thin freckle-free line from what must be a really small swimsuit top. I was in heaven as I let my hands travel all over her back. I was rock hard at this point and there was no.