Dianna had just broken up with her boyfriend and had come to the party alone and that's where the trouble started. Harry decided that it wasn't right ...hat Dianna not be able to dance so he appointed himself to see to it that she wasn't a wallflower. The only thing wrong with that was that he spent more time out on the dance floor with her than he did with me. The more time he spent with her the more pissed off I got. Add to that the fact that the drinks were flowing and alcohol always tends to. Without Melissa quite realizing it, the tension in her sphincter relaxed. Mistress Amy worked the lube into Melissa’s ass, slowly coaxing her anus wider.Melissa’s head hung down, the polished wood floor only inches from her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was completely lost in the power of submitting to this unseen force, penetrating her from behind. She could feel the early waves of an oncoming orgasm, not too far away. She moaned, pushing back harder against Mistress Amy’s hands.Then. Walt took Cyndi aside and when Ron pulled back a bit I glanced over and saw Walt kissing Cyndi while caressing her chest. (Walt and I had secretly gotten married after he divorced his wife, but needed to keep it a secret for a while longer). Watching Walt caressing Cyndi just got me hotter and before I could do any more, "Get your clothes off whore" Ron forcibly said to me. As I stripped off my clothes Ron did as well and looking over I could see Walt and Cyndi stripping as well. When we. Instead, I flicked my tongue across the very tip, teasing and tasting. He groaned as he watched, I looked up to find his eyes locked on me, drinking in the sight of this wanton slut licking his cock right out in the open, where anyone could see.He pushed it toward me - almost forcing it into my teasing mouth. Holding my hair tighter, he thrust at me, bumping his swollen dick against my closed mouth."Suck it, fucking suck it" he almost bawled at me, lost in the moment, wanting to feel me lick.