He leaned against the headboard sitting in bed with his legs straight. He lit a cigarette and opened one of the cokes. Music came from speakers behind...the bed."Showtime, Gina."Gina wasn't sure what to do. She looked confused."What do you think you are supposed to do Gina? What is the music for do you think?"Gina got idea. She was supposed to do a strip tease for Master."You want me to do a strip-tease for you Master." Right. Maybe I was wrong about you. I thought you were the smartest of. The skinhead’s eyes flicked between the machine pistol and Thomas and back to the gun. Thomas hadn’t even had time to draw breath to shout in all this time before the Nazi-loving redneck made his decision and sprinted straight at the window.Another crash, of glass this time, and the man was straight through the window pane and running towards the rear of the house.“We’ve got a runner!” Thomas yelled before setting off after him.His shotgun tucked behind his back; Tom sprang through the window. Monica goes preternaturally rigid as she cums and cums and cums, squealing uncontrollably through her orgasm. Until, at last, she begins to relax, trembling for a long moment, before sighing, and going limp.I’m not what anyone would call super-experienced at giving head, but that was the most satisfying cunnilingus I’ve ever enjoyed. I can’t speak for Monica, but judging from her panting giggles, and the way she’s lethargically continuing to pull of my face into her. I put my hand over her mouth to muffle the noises until Sarah began to relax, letting her limp body fall down partly on mine. She lay partly on my chest as she enjoyed the aftermath of pleasure that had swept through her body. Sarah’s hand was already on my hard manhood, as she recovered from her orgasm. Nothing was said. She moved down under the covers, and I felt her warm, wet mouth encircle the head of my cock. She stroked me with her hand as she sucked on the head, bringing me to the.