Once he gets a rhythm going he picks up speed. He can usually pound me at top speed for five minutes. My eyes rolled back in my head and I’m cumming...the whole time. It’s not a pounding orgasm, those are very intense but quick, it’s more like a long steady orgasm, just what a slut needs after a pounding.When Mikey rolled off everybody knew I was dead for a while. I smiled seeing Tyronne was still making phone calls, I closed my eyes relieved that my party was going to be epic.My eyes were only. He wasn’t big on killing people. Robbing was okay and knocking a bloke out, was more acceptable to him than actually killing the man.“Come on JT we are running out of daylight,” the Boss yelled at JT as he closed the coach door. JT mounted up and followed his partners in crime to the meeting place.“They didn’t have much money or jewellery on them, Boss. Whoever heard of Toff’s travelling without a heap of both,” one of the other men said in disgust. He had been busily going through their. So I signaled yes. I would probably live to regret this. I HOPED I’d live to regret it!Things moved fast from there. We moved into the basement, where there were huge couches. The girls stripped down right away, and Jason and I found ourselves trying to catch up. At this point, I was still too scared to have much of an erection, so it was a bit embarrassing when peeled off my underwear. And that was BEFORE Jason pulled his off. He already had a fairy good-sized tent going and I found it tough. We spent theday looking over the whole house, I demonstrated everything first andthen she would use it for herself. Several times she would dart aheadand touch something or pick something up and would turn to me withpride and TELL ME how it was used.I was embarrassed when she started looking furtively around and finallytold me that she needed to use the sandbox. She was amazed at the wayhumans take care of that basic need and wondered why humans didn't doit like cats did.About that time it was.