Ibounced with his thrusts, and he let go of my tits, leaned back against,this time grabbing one of my hips and the other reached around and foundmy cl...t. As he fucked me, the feeling of his hand on my clit started afeeling to built that I can only describe as a frustrating grasp on myentire body. He rubbed my clit and continued to fuck me until I felt itcoming."Don't stop. Harder." I meant his fingers, but he started fucking meharder, and I lost ability to control my body. The. I can’t describe the thrill I felt venturing outside wearing so little clothing. My nipples and pussy, the only parts of my body that were concealed, immediately tingled with sexual delight.As we approached the car, Derek stopped and scratched his chin. He thought for a moment then said, “It’s pension day today, isn’t it?”“Yes,” I replied, looking confused.“Why don’t we take the bus instead of the car,” he suggested. “Those old boys on the bus will have a treat when they see you wearing that. "Don't say a word unless you are told to", Jim was told. Jim's hands were pulled behind him and were secured together with zip ties. "We don't want your stuff. We've been watching the two of you and we want to have some fun with your cute little wife here." Dianne was standing with one of the men behind her with his arm around her neck. He was still holding a knife where she could see it. She did not move or say a word. Jim shouted, "Leave her alone and get the fuck out of here." Then he. "Okay, two to a room." Who sleeps with - ah, hell," Fred stopped, embarrassed at what his words had implied. "Who shares with who?"Harry ignored his friend's mistake. "Why don't we do it the way we were sitting in the car: Jack and me, Fred and Stan, and Tank and Max."Nobody seemed to have any problems with the arrangement. The old man took the boys up to the second floor. The three rooms were along one side of the hall just at the top of the stairs. The rooms were almost identical, painted.