I grabbed a cell phone lying near the pillow and switched on the display light to focus the beam in to her pussy. I could see a plum fruit… Sorry…...Her juicy clitoris with cherry red inner walls of her vagina.My tongue didn’t take too long to quickly run over her clitoris and the inner walls of her vagina. I could feel her body heat at her pubic place through my tongue. Her pussy by now became fully wet to invite any male member who can exploit the depth of it. Her juice oozing out emanating. Even now she could feel the moisture being buttered onto her each time he pulled back, the head of his cock pumping her pussy like a Texas oil derrick. She wanted to surrender to the pleasure but something made her continue to struggle with the matron who finally lost her grip on one of Jennifer's arms. But it was indeed too late. The interviewer's cock was now in about four inches and had struck oil inside Jen's pussy and now there was nothing to keep that surging throbbing cock from pumping. As I peeked in the sliding glass patio door, there was Susan completely naked kneeling on the family room carpet in front of Steve. Steve was the young single guy who had moved in next door to us last month. At the moment I looked in, she was reaching up and beginning to lower his zipper. I stood rooted to the spot as I watched her take out his cock and plunge her mouth all the way down on to more man-meat than I would have believed she was capable of swallowing.Gathering my wits, I turned away. ‘Eric, stop him!’ Angela cried. Eric released the catch on the chair so Angela could get down, then sprang toward Alan. He heard Alan growl angrily. Alan took a swing at Eric, but missed. Eric fell on Alan, pinning him in place. Angela went over to Jennifer and took the manacles from her hand. Since they were fur and soft leather, they didn’t leave a mark. Jennifer looked at Angela. Tears were welling in her eyes. Angela hugged her. ‘What the fuck were you thinking?’ Eric yelled angrily at.