He told me to take mine out so he could see it, knowing he wanted to see how small I was. I did as he asked and he said he could see why she needed a ...lack man.. He was sitting on the bunk in his sleeper and she got down on her knees in front of him and started sucking his cock. He said my wife looked like a prim and proper lady and asked what she did for a living? or was she just a housewife? I told him we were both retired now but she had been a prof. mental health counselor. He asked if she. She smiled. She had always been a responsive woman. The slightest touch on her pussy could make her start to whimper and pulse and drool her sticky love juice. And when a man shoved his cock into her then she went absolutely wild. She could start coming almost from the first minute a man would start fucking her. She loved sex, and that was why she felt such a paranoia about losing her desirability. She loved the idea of a man getting turned on by her, wanting to screw her and enjoying jamming. It would not be the only time she’d fail to see the method of their madness. Her arms were folded across her back, forearms resting against each other. As a pair of hands held them in place, the second man finally set down the cattle prod. Moving in front of her, his cold eyes transmitted a menacing message from behind the ski mask.?Don’t do anything stupid.?Holly whimpered, but remained still, as the man drew the ends of the straps affixed to her immobile fingertips around front. Feeding. Her head was thrown back in pain, her teeth clenched; she moaned loudly. My secretary and I started a rhythm; while she pushed in, I pulled out and vice versa. We sawed away at poor Cindy for a long time, making her groan in pain with each thrust. Finally, I reached around to her burnt little nipples and began pinching, pulling and twisting. Cindy shrieked, and I came, followed a few seconds later by my secretary. We pulled out of Cindy; I forced her onto her knees, and made her clean me up one.