" She slowly pulls out of you and you can feel her cum start to run out. You stand and strip. There's no since in getting cum all over your cloths wh...n there's no washing machines handy. You look at the new comers. The tall blonde has pulled down his pants and staring rubbing himself hard. One of the dark haired guys is shorter. He has pulled his shirt off and tugged his pants down. He's still slightly limp at 4 inches. The other dark haired guy is medium height and build and standing naked. When I first went to Tracy I found out she was very straight to the point and not afraid to say anything. She told me to take my pants and underwear off then lay down and spread my legs. She took a look at my penis and asked, "Is it okay if I get you hard because this is a lot easier if you are hard?" I was very surprised but said "Go ahead." She never even touched my penis to get me hard. She knew the right spots on my leg to rub to get me where she needed me.I made a call to book an. She froze in sheer panic before her mind clicked in gear. The silent alarm! She started across the sales floor to hit it when she was tackled. Kendall’s head hit the hardwood floor with a thud, causing her eyes to water. Her wrists were pinned on either side of her head, her pelvis trapped between his thighs. She struggled fiercely, causing her skirt to shimmy up as her shirt came untucked and slid up her belly. Dammit if she’d make this any easier for him. He was heavy and holding her down. Like the audio equivalent of fog, soft music (r&b, my Wife's preference) could be heard mixing with, and masking girlish laughing, giggling, and speech. But of course I couldn't make out much, who was speaking, what they were saying, or how many voices there were. But I could feel that there were many hands on me, many lips moving over my body, kissing.A few moments after I started to struggle, and about to calm down anyhow, I heard my Wife's muffled voice close to my ear. "Shh... easy lover,".