And she pressed play on her workout.____At 8:30, the intercom buzzed. She did as her letter instructed. She opened the door wide, and dropped to her k...ees, face on the floor. For good measure, she spread her asscheeks to offer her holes to whoever entered.Precious minutes passed. The clock in the living room ticked.Finally, the door creaked. Laughter.She blushed. It wasn’t just Jack.“Look at this little cumdumpster - just as submissive as you told us, Jack.”“She’s taken to her role quite well,”. Not really." If you have unprotected sex with multiple partners, you better think about that. Unprotected sex can kill you in these days." Gee, Jon thanks for brightening my day." The tears were starting to build up again.Amy broke into the conversation, "Nice job Jon. Way to console your friend. Will, how do you feel about Tina getting an abortion?" I'm not sure. I'm too young to be a father. But I don't know how I feel about her getting abortion. I feel superfluous. She didn't tell me about. I could tell that her masturbating hand and the feel of my orgasm had set her off as well. She breathed rapidly and deeply through my sperm that was spilling into her throat.For those precious moments, we were locked in vicious cycle, for me, just seeing her hips rocking into her masturbating hand and hearing and feeling her labored breathing and knowing she was coming coaxed another shot from my aching balls. She in turn, felt my prostate throb each time I shot more come into her and with. ’ ‘True,’ she said with a contented sigh, her nervousness being chased away by her memories, ‘but that was a very good pain, a sweet pain that I only wish I could experience again for you.’ I thought about that for a moment. ‘Do you really, truly mean that?’ I asked, a little surprised by her admission. ‘Granted, I’ve beaten you a little in our bondage experimentation, but never with the intent of truly hurting you.: ‘I truly mean that,’ she replied, closing her hands over mine so I would.