7..8.. (Stopped).. A gentle 9th… And a hard 10”. She deserved to be free now so I untied her.She was now laying on her back. I went on, kissed her...and rubbed her clit. She was moaning and bit my lip. Her hands were moving all over my back. Her long nails left marks, marking the territory! We broke the kiss and I took a clip and clipped her nipples. She was in pain but loved it.I touched her whole body with my hands slowly and licked her sexy navel and cleavage. Then I took a candle and poured. Now, all he could do was stand frozen and clench his fists."I know you don't want to talk to me," she said, wiping away her tears, "you've made that clear. But I need to say some things to you and I don't have a lot of time to do it. I'm leaving this weekend and I doubt I'll be back again. Please meet with me one night this week?" No," he replied flatly. "Why would you even think I'd want to meet with you?"Bree studied him for a moment before answering."Because I've something you might find. "Go get the paper," he told Maurice.Darryl slid two fingers deep inside my wife as Maurice left. She moaned through the gag as he twisted them side-to-side. Then he popped them out and wiped them across his bulbous cock head before dragging it a few times along her slit."Here we go, bitch," he warned. "Game time."I can always tell when Darryl first thrusts that bulging head into Jeanette's cunt. She sucks in her gut, arches her back and screams, though lately the gag mutes her protests to. .. "What's wrong, Jen?" Paul looked at me with concern in his eyes. "What time is it?" I asked him, fighting to stay calm. "Mmmm..." He picked up his watch from the counter next to the sink andlooked at it. "Almost ten." "Ten?" I stared at him. "Ten o'clock at night? Oh God! My dad's gonnakill me!" I started getting up, looking around for a towel and feeling myheart ready to burst. "Why don't you just stay here?" Paul asked gently, making it soundalmost reasonable. He was.