I knew this was my chance to leave now without Amy seeing me. But I just had to watch a little bit more and slowly went out. Suddenly I heard a long g...oan come from the bedroom and could tell it was Amy. I got to the bedroom and peeked in and saw them on the bed and her hands weren't tied anymore. Tony was on top of her with her hands holding his ass cheeks as if to pull him in deeper with each thrust. Amy now had her legs up high and spread out wide as they kissed while I watched Tony's ass. With both hands she repeatedly gripped and pulled her inner lips sliding the hood wetly down her clitoral shaft. Then she stroked the shaft directly forward and back. Her breathing was decidedly heavier and her voice slightly strained as she observed correctly that he'd like to kiss her there. Redundantly he murmured assent as she began making slow circles around the head. "And here." Again correct. As the circling increased in tempo, she whimpered, "But you must not." Then leaving the area she. She was wearing bra and knickers, so she wasn’t naked as the dress slipped to the floor of the tack room. She sat on his lap and kissed him slowly, using her tongue as she had been taught over the years to inflame him. Steve’s erection was getting painful, as he found himself with a semi naked woman sitting on it. His hands went to her heavy breasts, that he had admired when she was running across the car park towards him. She reached behind herself, and released her breasts from the confines. Randall began to saw mercilessly, crooning with delight. Diane dug her nails into her palm as the pain eased, and she felt strangely wet and open back between her buttocks. Abruptly she began to feel a masochistic mixture of pain and joy. She realized she was beginning to respond, to heave backwards to meet his forward thrusts, and she undulated her body and moved her mooned buttocks in tiny circles. "Oh yes, oh yesssss!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass!"He gouged deeper, the pressure on.