As I played my tongue against her, the view of her abdomen and her breasts through the forest of her pubic hair was wonderful. She stroked her breasts...and nipples with her hands as her body began to move in rhythm with my tongue as it danced and darted harder against her honey pot. “Oh man”, she gasped, “Oh man...” Her body suddenly shuddering as a series of spasms caused her stomach to begin pulsating, her thighs gripping my neck tightly. She sucked in a deep breath and whispered loudly,. I wondered just how many guys had fucked her pretty little pink asshole.I watched with fascination as the thick head of my prick vanished inside Mary's asshole. She bucked and my fingers slid up inside her cunt hole. She was pushing her ass, grinding it and lifting it higher and higher as her tight hole swallowed more and more. The hot friction turned me onincredibly. It was like my cock was being gripped in a hot, fleshy vise, and I loved it!I pushed once more, hard and Mary yelped. I wasn't. “Please what, Becca?” Anna replied. Becca responded desperately, “Please touch my pussy, Anna!”Anna replied by rolling Becca’s panties down. She did not pull them down all the way. She pulled them down to Becca’s knees. She pushed her face closer and breathed lightly on Becca’s pussy. Becca rocked back briefly and moaned. Anna repeated the process. But Becca’s frustration grew – she needed to be touched. She needed more. Anna’s first caress of Becca’s pussy was so light you would have barely. The boots were an unnatural footwear requiring one to stand tip-toe essentially losing the balance gained from a normal stance. I kept quiet realizing that commenting might mean a whipping. Wordlessly he finished taking me from the cross, walked me to the bar where I had just suffered so much, bent me over, shackled my booted ankles to the supports and let me sag over the bar. Taking his time and obviously enjoying ‘arranging’ me for the next onslaught, he brought my arms up behind me, tied.