He turned around and looked at Jenny, seeing that the video camera was filming him as he relentlessly fucked her friend's face. "Don't worry," he s...id. "I'm just working up a big load to dump all over that pretty cheerleader face of yours." "Okay then," Jenny said, smiling, as she had pulled the bottom of her shell top/crop top combination up over her firm tits. She rolled her nipples between her fingertips while she waited patiently for the next guy. Just a few seconds later, he. She remembered asking Gregg about how his work with the artifacts as they cozied up in bed — a seemingly lost topic in recent weeks. He started telling her about the tile mosaic he was trying to decipher that hinted at the Queen's romantic dalliances. As had happened other times in the past, Gregg's narrative filled her imagination, and suddenly she felt not only that she was imagining the scenes he was describing, but that she was actually there. They were as vivid as her dreams. But before. I squirmed towards him as far as I could, but he wasn't in the mood to cooperate. Finished with his sandwich, he continued a job I thought was already done. He took some thick leather straps we bought for our bondage play and fastened one to the bolt behind my back. The other went over the tops of my breasts under my armpits, forcing my tits to bulge a little under the strap. Mike tightened the straps and when he was done I couldn't pull my chest or hips away from the door at all. I was. Both ladies were still clutching my cock when Betsy leaned back close to my ear and whispered, ‘We’ll be in touch real soon. We need to finish what we started here tonight.’ They both could feel my cock jerk as Betsy got up and started to leave. ‘Go get laid sweetie and thanks for being such a great sport,’ Lori yelled as she left. ‘Mike has no idea what he’s in for,’ Betsy yelled back, ‘Take it a little easier on Marcia when she comes out. She was pretty nervous back there.’ With the click of.