I asked her to please not play with her pussy and if she gets wet, not to wipe it away. I wanted this like a pig wants slop.I wanted her to suffer wit... a need that couldn't be satisfied by nothing or no one but me. I called her daily to tell her stories of nasty sex. She was moaning and begging me to let her touch and finger her smelly pussy. I demanded that she didn't. She hated me, but she kept her promise. On day three, I went to work, but no matter how I tried, I could not concentrate on. This is something new and from its effect on me something rather expensive."These are from their baseball game last week." She points at a picture, but I have no memory today of what it was of, because I notice the top two buttons of her blouse are open. The side of her breast is inches from my eyes. At a sight of such sexual potency I forget to look at the picture. Her large tanned breast is resting in a bra of finely worked lace and silk. It overflows the cup, which scarcely hides her. I still had the coffee at the table, so I jump up and grab two more cups. They nod approval, and Hunter taps me on the hip as I walk by him. He offers that he was pretty good on a grill, so I hollar at Jerry. “Sounds great Matt—. I can throw him a couple of hours pay, I guess. So Hunter jumps up to man the grill, and the twins return behind the counter to do prep.I grab the orders and ask Hunter was he ready and he says yes. “Aight—we got 1 super sub with potato salad, 2 grilled cheese with. You have earned your pleasure!? George grasped her breasts and began to rub them gently, tweaking her nipplesuntil they became hard as rocks. When he slipped his cock into her wet pussy,Kit immediately had an orgasm. George continued to fuck her while she was hangingby her wrists until both he and Kit groaned in a simultaneous climax. She was released from the tripod and carried to a table that consisted offour narrow boards, hinged at the middle. Each board held one of her extremitiesand they.