I saw my body pickup a suitcase and walk out the door for the lasttime. True to "his" word, the manacles sprung open and I was freed fromthe chair. I ...aced the room in my high heeled boots and found withpractice and walking in heels was not so terrible after all. I began tonotice the feelings of the clothing on my body. I felt the way theboots forced me to stand on the balls of my feet, I felt the heavinessof my breasts, the silkiness of the pantyhose on my legs and the tightconstriction of the. Their clothes flew off. Her dress landed in the front seat with his coat and tie on top. Her shoes flew out the window and his pants followed. Everything else piled up on the floor as they entangled their arms and legs in a heap of thrusting, pulsating flesh. He kissed her lips. She bit his ear. He kneaded her breasts. She grabbed his backside and pulled his hips between her legs. He entered her with a single thrust. She dug her fingers into his flesh. He pumped up and down. She moaned. He. She tastes like nothing else. Something no memory could retain and no poet ever evoke. Like nectar and ambrosia. Like an oasis in the Sahara. Like a wish for a dead man. With a despair that has no time for playful licks, your tongue reaches for her deepest. Your teeth rip hard against her pulsing clit. She rewards you with a moan and her hand passes without kindness through your hair.There is power in her pleasure. A warmth that radiates through your chest, awakes feelings long lost. You seek,. The lubed head of the man behind her was pushing against her puckered butt hole. The sensation of two cocks inside her, one rushing in, the other pulling outward, rubbing against each other with only a thin membrane between them was an awesome erotic rush of sexual pleasure. A massive uncut cock was now brushing across her lips, uncontrollably her eager mouth shot open taking the first few inches into her only remaining opening. Fully penetrated, and overrun with lustful bliss, Sasha literally.