I see his thumb on her clit and his fingers fly into her as her body falls back. Her breasts pushed sky high as she arches. The sounds of hard fingers...against her soft wet flesh drill into my head. His thrusting, the pounding of my heart the same tempo. He pulls back from her and I hear her groan. I know that groan. That groan of dismay at being spilt seconds before letting go and climaxing. Pushing herself back up to her elbows, I watch her look at her husband with daggers in her eyes, I was. The differencewas she could not get more than half of the big guyscock in her mouth. He tried as hard as he could toshove it in deeper. Once again they both cummed in herthen let her go. They leaned back on the walls and smiled and joked witheach other than pulled out their bag with the whiskey.They passed it to each other than offered it to mywife, she started to say no but I told her to take agood drink. Her legs gave out and she slumped to thefloor of the filthy public bathroom. Naked and. Pamela was holding her breath, the best she could. Her mind was racing with thoughts about what Jackie intended to do with the knife. She was scared and yet aroused. Was her Sub using fear to overwhelm her emotions, so then she could amplify the pleasure when the fear subsided? Pamela wanted nothing more than for the pain and fear to stop, and the pleasure to start.Jackie carefully worked the knife blade over Pamela’s pussy lips. She was surprised to see the slippery juices on the blade. "Oh we know you'll do anything, lady. Like what?" Anything. Anything you ask. Just leave my daughter alone." Tell you what, lady. We got plenty of time. Why don't you tell all three of us what you're planning on doing for us?" What? But she's so young and innocent. She shouldn't hear these things. Please let her go." Let her go? What do you think, Butch? Should we let the kid go?"With that Jake put one arm around Rachel's shoulders and put the flat of his other hand under her dress and placed.