Trudy stiffened in his arms, a little jealous. He thought he was doing this to her mother, so he wasn't m*****ing her after all. He was just doing w...at came natural. She didn't know what to do, really. She knew she was supposed to pull away, but she didn't want to. It felt too nice. Ben's hand slid from her breasts onto her tummy and continued to head down. Trudy felt a moment of panic. What should she do? He was going to touch her pussy! She couldn't let him do that...could she? Her. It did not. Leaving all her things piled at the door, Natalie moved into the room proper and flopped down on the couch, immediately sinking into the overstuffed cushions. The brunette let out another breath when a tingle reminded her that something else needed to relax. ‘Sorry.’ She mumbled as she fumbled with the button on her pants. It clicked not a moment too soon, followed by the sound of her zipper being undone. She let out a sigh as the pressure on her crotch released. Without leaving. Max put his hand down her pants, to her slight protest. Max was a very strong man, and he was proving to her his power. He wanted her to resist, that made it more exciting."Shut the fuck up whore and do as you are told! Now pull it out and suck." he emphasized it with a tap on her cheek.He made her swallow his cock deeply. She was gagging, but he didn't care. Everytime she tried to catch a breath, he was tap that face again with one hand, while pulling her hair and pushing her down on his. She's a European chick named Ilsa Laszlo, and her main squeeze is a guy named Victor. They're both on the pro beach volleyball circuit. So Rick, you know, he can't decide whether to make a play for Ilsa or let Victor have her." How were the supporting characters?" Oh, they were good. There was a Mexican guy named Sam who was part of this Mariachi band, you know, and he kept singing Can't Get No Satisfaction because that used to be Rick and Ilsa's favorite song. I liked him. Then there was this.