For a moment I wondered if one of them was actually using his dick!While that was going on I still had to contend with two men forcing two fingers eac... into my pussy and now they had better access to my tits. One of them groped my left breast painfully while the other leaned forward and bit down on my nipple so hard that I was forced to cry out in pain.I received no sympathy, though. My cries were met with laughter and the cruel assault continued for several more long minutes. And through it. Let’s continue to second part my story from where I left in previous part of my experience.She (my friend) has been changed to other team and we got separated a bit from our physical touch in office surroundings.But we used to chat a lot than beforeBelow is the one hot conversation:Me: hey darlingHer: yeah daMe: let’s go out somewhereHer: where shall we goMe: Is beach ok for you?Her: OK Me: let’s have a memorable one dearHer: watMe: I need to make it our special day in our relationshipHer: is. Sometimes I do this at the kitchen table or take the pc to the bedroom. I often wonder why I am so fascinated with the wonder of a man's cock and balls. His strong chest, arms and hands. But I am so drawn to look at a man's cock. To see them move and swell. To see the glistening of the pre-cum slowly come out of the time when excited. My nipples swell as I gaze upon this amazing male member. I move my legs and feel myself tingle. My pussy longs to be filled slowly with your hardness. . "Oh yes. Thank you," replied the visitor."Well, Mistress said, "Go ahead. You know what we agreed."A rustling of clothing, and then, body right against me as I sat on the chair, totally filled with the huge dildo, I felt a softness against my cheek. Oh. Aha.I nuzzled towards it, opening my mouth, ensuring my lips were damp with my tongue. And then it was there. It was either some man's cock, or some girl's clit, but whatever it was, it was at my lips, and I knew that I had a job to do.I licked.