This time, however, I toldher that if she was going to do this that she was going to have to swallow. Andwhen she said "No" I made her stop. Thatgarne...ed a predictable reaction ? she cried and complained. Then she let it allout about how inferior she was and how she couldn't please me or any man andall sorts of bullshit that I didn't really listen to. Still, I did thecomforting routine, even as the gears were grinding away at ways to takeadvantage of the situation. After shecalmed down I pushed. I am a sick, twisted fuck.And Peter owns me. It's weird but he does.We park at the river and he gets out. I sit on the hood of the car."What the rule?" he asks; his tone has no humor."No running, no jumping, no swimming." He owns me and I owe him. I owe him everything. "Dude, I'm sorry."He tilts his head, "For what?"I shrug and shake my head, "I don't know. I just know I did something to piss you off an' I'm sorry."He points to me, "That." What?" That. That insincere bullshit you do." What?". She was obviously a fast learner!I started doing her with a steady rhythm and felt Pete begin doing the same. I took her by the hips and looked down to take in the sight of the two dicks sliding in and out framed by those black fishnets with the motorcycle boots below. Sliding my hands forward I pushed the chains out of the way and took a breast in each hand, tweaking up her nipples.Amanda was to our left, a vision of swinging tits, burgundy fishnets, and ankle boots, astride Phil in the. Now she was sucking his dick. She never sucked my dick but here she was not only sucking but put her teeth sometimes. She likes to hear the shout when she once she bit my dick. She did the same thing with him. He had a great shout when she had a bite of his dick. He slapped her on her face. “Slap me again you damn” her yelled with pleasure.The swami then was slapping her on her face right and left and she was shouting with pleasure. This was the fifth time I was masturbating behind the curtain..