He guided her to the floor. She lay on her stomach on the cold, lemon Lysol scented linoleum. Monica gasped and moaned. But most of all, she wished. S...e wished he wasn't done. She wanted him to continue. When she heard his zipper, she smiled to herself. He wasn't done yet.The two hands grabbed her hips and lifted, pulling her to her knees. Her face rested on the floor and her ass stuck in the air. She felt his cock tease her pussy, his head rubbing against her clit, sliding against her lips,. Technique wise she was lacking, but I suppose having a cock in either rear hole does somewhat diminish your concentration.It seemed that these women were all here purely for both us men, and judging by the yells of delight, for their own perverted pleasure.With my cock reset to maximum I swung around to see that cutey was busy with a cock in both ends so I went looking for another sweet snatch, mouth or arse to avail myself of.Over near the bar a slightly chubby but sexy looking lady was. Michelle again, did as she was told, hopping as best she could as Jeff led her out of her bedroom and down the short hallway to the living room."I noticed that you were watching the security cameras. I imagine that you didn't really want to be seen all tied up like this."A cold trickle of fear crept down Michelle's spine. The front door was only a few short feet away."I think the guy behind the counter sorta likes you too. I can imagine him looking at the security cameras, seeing you hopping. I will never understand this woman.I told Sheila that I had chosen oriental dining and inquired how familiar she was. She was very unfamiliar. When I thought about it, that made sense. There is not a decent oriental restaurant within 30 miles. We have to make do with buffet joints that will cook to order. Sheila would prefer properly done simple food to that sort of thing. I said that we would be kneeling on cushions, so dress appropriately. It was at that point that we were told that the Amish.