With eyes tightly shut, the girl seemed to be testing the shackles that were binding her wrists to the horizontal bar at the head of the bed, only to ...onfirm that she was, indeed, being firmly held in place.Then, more softly, the girl’s mother again said “No. Leave her alone”, and with that her hands went to her sweatshirt. I continued to hold the girl’s head by her hair as her mother slowly pulled the sweatshirt up and over her head. Holding the sweatshirt in her hand, her sports bra slightly. She wiggles a bit more too, causing his prick to rub in between her cheeks ever more. She continues to wiggle until he slides across her pussy through her thin panties to nestle between the folds of her cunt. “I’ve been a good girl all year,” she whispers leaning in close.“Have you?” he asks with a half groan because it feels so good.“Yes,” she says still leaning against him. “I’ve only fucked guys that my mom has approved of, unlike last year when I kept sneaking out for sex.”“Yes, you were. “My point is, you do what it takes to get by and it allows you to pursue what you love doing.”“Savin’ it up for Friday night,” he said enigmatically. “Yeah, I guess so.”“And you do love it, I could tell from the way you talked about it yesterday. You lit up. It’s your passion.”“It is. One of my passions.”“Oh really?” She couldn’t resist buying into his suggestiveness. “And what are the others?”“You’d maybe want to be another couple of drinks down the line before I tell you that.”She realised. Soon Sammy started cumming in wave after wave, she thrust her pussy up to me and was literally banging her pussy against my face. Maria was kissing her passionately and soon the moaning stopped and Sammy lay exhausted even as I collapsed on the floor.Maria got off the bed and said, not bad, I think I understand your population now but tell me, why cannot your women just get fucked without having to get preg? I said god knows as I lay exhausted on the floor.Maria said, we cannot let you sleep on.