Several minutes with a knife, ring bolts, and JB-Weld, and my weight bench now was a shiny altar for my predations upon the soft young (well, not so y...ung, any more, but then neither was I) body of my ex. Each length of the rope now terminated in an abbreviated noose. This was not for asphyxia, but rather because I could apply it to a wrist or ankle, and release it readily with little effort, and it would not release itself despite vigorous wriggling by my captive. Two at the upright, two at. It was well after midnight when we had to call it quits. We had been in high heels for over six hours so our feet were tired, all the attention over our bodies had made us very horny, and we had a plane to catch tomorrow at noon meaning we needed to be in a cab by ten o’clock AM. And none of the four us were ready for the night to be officially over, but the rest would have to be in our room. And I for one was ready.I expressed my thought and everyone agreed. Poor Tim had so many strings of. He lovingly rubbed his towel across her slightly hidden tattoo, almost tracing it line, by colorful line. He was in a trance and not noticing her eyes looking deep into his face, her lips opening to speak but rather she thrusted her lips upon his, her tongue probing for his. Once she found it, she pulled it in her mouth to suck him down in her smooth motions. His hands reached for her breasts again. Taking both in his hands and feeling her nipples rubbing across his fingers, he needed to taste. I couldn't help but start to beat off as my mum continued down, over Claire's smooth flat belly, before positioning herself right in front of my sisters, tight, smooth, 18 year old cunt. Claire squirmed, almost beggingly, and finally, my mum obliged. She ran her tongue down the length of Claire's soaking hole, and Claire moaned loudly. Our mother propped her legs up, and ran her tongue back up, finally ending on Claire's clit, which she proceeded to run her tongue around in circles. Claire.