" Shelly moaned. "What's gotten into you, Bobby?"She'd whispered, of course, but the sound of her voice was almost enough to give me a heart attack. T...ankfully, the two men outside our stall didn't seem to hear anything as they congratulated themselves repeatedly for whatever it was they'd done. They'd probably been celebrating with martinis, a lot of them by the sounds of it.I pushed them out of my mind and concentrated on jamming my cock as hard and fast into Shelly's tight pussy as possible.. I was deep in my sleep and the only reason I woke was someone laying on top of me. My hands were tied behind my back and I had been flipped over so they were underneath my back. The person on top of me was definitely a man. Because he told me not to bother trying to get away. He said he tied me up tight. Now the room was dark, he never flip the light on. I could tell that he was wearing Leather Pants and A Leather Vest. Also he wore Leather Gloves, I know this because his hand was over my. Susan, somehow free of cum, showed me that perfect smile as the ninth spurt barely escaped my pink colored flesh pipe. It landed in the clear puddle formed below me to contrast nicely with the red coloring of the floors finish. The tenth wasn’t really a cumshot at all, just a drop of sperm that refused to fall from my dick until I squeezed and shook the tip. I sat back on my haunches breathing hard as only cumming can make one pant. My body shook as I continued to stroke but nothing came out.. ’ I sat up, my face blushing for the 100th time that day. Becca walked over and took my hands pulling me off the bench. She grinned, and started kissing me just as she had done before. She walked towards me slowly, still kissing me, pushing me up against the lockers. She took my hips in her hands just as she had 15 minutes earlier and grinded herself into me. She bit my lip hard making me moan. I’d forgotten about Mr. Sims being there until I saw him walk up behind Becca, watching us closely as.