His hands reached around to grab my assas I pressed him into the wall. I started unbuttoning his shirt as hegroped me. He found his way up to my chest...and started to knead my titsthrough my clothes. His shirt now opened, I reached down to stroke thebulge that was growing in his jeans. He pulled the shoulder straps offthe dress and tugged it down to my waist. I helped him out by undoingthe clasp on my bra and tossing it off, revealing my large bust.His mouth and hands shot to my tits like a. She grinned. When she did, the weight of the three days of worrying incessantly seemed to fall off his shoulders. There was hope for her after all. She tried to say something, but it came out garbled. ‘Don’t talk.’ Max reprimanded her sternly. ‘You aren’t supposed to talk.’ She closed her eyes, clearly frustrated. Max had an idea. He searched around and found a notepad and pen. He grabbed her hand and put the pen in it and sat the pad in her lap. ‘Write it.’ Megan opened her eyes and shakily. I couldnt stop myself any longer. She was too drunk to even feel this. I wasnt going to let this go to waste. I am surprised I didnt bruise her I rubbed her ass so hard. I was outside of her shorts, but I could still feel her smooth ass cheeks and the heat radiating from them. I was squeezing her ass cheeks together, pulling them apart, squeezing them individually. They were fantastic. I slid my hands up further and straight under her tank top. Over the small of her back and up towards her bra.. He reached for her pussy and began to finger her clit."Yes," he repeated. "That's a hell of a good reason. That's one hell of a good reason for fucking you, baby! You're what keeps the old man in business! I'm going to make you so dependent on my prick that there's no way he can let me go, whatever I do!"He finger-fucked her wildly, turning her to soft butter as her pussy and tits all began to throb and pulse in response to his rough stimulation. She had waited too long to get free of him. Now.