" Portal?" Robertson asked with a frown, not bothering to pick up the clothes, but Morales was already changing."Get dressed," the armed trouper said...."Otherwise, we'll trank you and dress you ourselves, and I can guarantee you will wake up with some bruises if we have to do the job for you." You didn't answer me," Robertson snarled as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants. He had enough of being tranked, and didn't want it done to him again. "What's this 'portal'. .Yeah, Jeff's licking my pussy as I'm on the phone with you, hahaha!....Mmmmm yeah sounds great! See you tomorrow night! Bye!" I hung up the phone and gave Jeff a playful swat on his arm as his tongue made love to my clit. He picked me up and carried me to the couch again, then swiftly buried his shaft in my sopping wet pussy. He fucked me hard and fast, then slow and gently, bringing waves of pleasure upon me and my senses. He started going fast again, and within moments I was climaxing all. Then, kissing his way past her shoulder and neck, his lips met hers. They kissed as if they had only just met. Hot, fast and furious. Their tongues were engaged like two tango dancers. The water was cascading over both of them as the kiss continued. He held her close and felt her hand caressing his cock and balls. He then raised her arms and held her hands against the wall above her head as he lifted her hips slightly. His penis entered her slowly and steadily, inch by inch, prolonging that. “Has it hurt so far?” asked George.“No, but it might around the genitals,” said Adrian.“No! Marguerite is super-gentle,” I said reassuringly.Adrian was now face down at the bed supporting himself with his elbows and with his backside pointing skyward, knees apart. He looked as if he were praying, “Our Father which art in heaven,”he mumbled.Marguerite painted the warm wax into his expectant rectum. “Ooh, nice!” he said, wiggling his ass.“Keep still, please!”Marguerite looked over to me and.