My hands were on her hips and the tongue was now exploring her belly button, then down until I was sucking the triangle of hair that she maintained ov...r the opening of her pussy which with sheer excitement was very wet. Involuntarily she started thrusting her hip upwards. She waited in anticipation for me to go to her pussy but I reversed the direction. My tongue was now at her toes, the sole of her feet, teasing and disturbing the anklet that she had worn only in one ankle along with the black. Not dead, but certainly down. Aiden saw the scene in the first glance. His wife was twisted in her rictus, heaped next to the overturned table. The gruesome horde were smashing everything in their eagerness to get across the room to us.Before I could generate a command of my own, Aiden, his face bloated with rage, lifted his hands in front of him. His voice bellowed a shout which contained words that cracked and fizzled with their power. The ancient curses; passed down from generation to. I wanted it. I needed it. Getting gangbanged only made it addicted to it, even if I couldn't realize it at first. Or maybe I didn't want to accept it... Who knows... All I knew is I spent the entire day aching to get gangbanged again.The hours went by. It seemed like an eternity. Nothing was happening. I was trying to rest, but I was still in a cock daze. I couldn't believe what was happening with me.Finally, my phone rang. It was Mark."Hey, you leather slut! How are you? Are you able to walk?". ’ Jack looked over at the frosted glass that served as a window and then he turned back to me with a smile. ‘Mrs. Hawthorne, I love you! From there, our raging hormones took over. Jack quickly ran his hands back up under the back of my blouse while my fingers busied themselves with the buttons of his new uniform shirt. He was much better this time. He got my bra undone in an instant and pushed my blouse and bra up over my head — mussing my hair before letting it fall to the floor. I got the.