I bent down with my breasts mashed on the table already set for our dinner, my dress still up over my hips. Sean stroked my butt cheeks, digging his f...ngers in my meat. I got ready for what was about to come.Spank. Spank. I love when he spanks me.He moved my thong aside and, holding his cock with his hand, rubbed the big head along my slit, spreading my juice all over.“Sean, hurry.”“Shh, I take the time I need. Remember, I’m the master here. Open your legs wider, slut.”I know, I shouldn’t allow. “I love when you fuck me.”He chuckles in agreement and starts to move off me. As he puts his clothes back on, people cheer and laugh as they begin to leave the room. I laugh along and fix myself before walking towards you.Ben slaps my ass playfully as he leaves the room. “Thanks, babe,” he calls over his shoulder. I chuckle as I sit on the arm of your chair, my feet perching under your legs.“Hey babe,” I say casually, a glint of menace in my eye.“Hi,” you respond breathlessly, causing me to. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close. “I want you in me,” she whispered in my ear.I should have agreed with a manly grunt, but the best I could manage was a shaky, “Okay.”She slid around me. Both our fronts glistened with all the pre-cum I’d already pumped out. Sandy put her hands against the wall and spread her legs as wide as the tub permitted. I massaged her swollen pussy lips with my cock-head and then thrust inside her amazing tightness. “Oh, Jason,” she said with a. Suddenly the roles were shifted from Barocca dominating and being in control, to where it was now Jordan who held the upper hand. Pain and fear began to contort Barocca's face as she realized what Jordan was capable of doing to her. "Let me go!" screamed Barocca. "You're not so tough against someone who can fight back, are you, bitch?" said Jordan. Barocca threw her hands up in the air, and clutched her head, as the pain was beginning to make her reel. Suddenly, Barocca began swinging her.