Breathe it in now Abby. Breath in my relaxing perfume, and relax for me.’ Abby had no choice. Jemma’s perfume filled her nostrils and she breathed...it in deeply, unable to escape the hypnotic fumes of this wonderful woman. ‘Yes Abby, that’s good. Relax for me now.’ Abby felt herself melt into the sofa under Jemma’s command. She was helpless now as Jemma took control. Jemma began to slide her fingers deep into Abby’s wanting pussy, sliding them back and forth slowly in a slow and sexy movement.. Fuck harder and harder. You can’t cum until I tell you. Rub your clitoris! Fuck your pussy!” Jasmin was fucking herself harder than she ever had. Her pussy was so wet you could hear it slurping as her fingers fucked her. She was moaning, the only thing keeping her from having an orgasm was that Richard hadn’t told her she could yet.“You will have the most intense orgasm on my command. Fuck yourself with your fingers whilst your thumb still rubs your clit on over stroke.” Jasmin’s face and chest. I drew a liter of water and programmed a standard fast-food soft-serve banana split: three "scoops" of vanilla ice cream, a banana split lengthwise, chocolate syrup, pineapple sauce with chunks of pineapple, strawberry topping, imitation whipped cream, crushed peanuts, and a candied cherry. Standard plastic food—but I was grounding myself, not pretending to be a food critic. By contemporary standards, my banana split was a miniature one—I was feeding for morale purposes, not trying to nourish. Thankfully we parked close to the lobby. I see the bag there on the front seat and grab it up lock the doors and back to the elevator. No wait this time. Ding and back up to the room, on the way up I remembered telling her to grab the bag with the wine and condoms. She forgets everything! Oh well the doors open and I run to the room. Open the doorAnd see that 8" black cock balls deep in my wife's pussy.I look over to her and say what the fuck? I just got the condoms. She looks over and says.