My eyes get wide and I stare into your eyes. My big emerald green eyes looking into yours. You can see my surprised look and reaction. My lips against...your balls feeling your cum flowing from your balls into your twitching throbbing cock which is lodged into my throat and feel you cum straight into my stomach. Barbara's still grinding against your hand as hard as she can. "o god Dan I'm gonna squirt all over your hand!" she screams. You feel a warm liquid coat your fingers and hand as she. Maxine moved Lisa’s hands way up and joined above their heads with fingers intertwined. Jonathan’s hands were roaming, caressing, squeezing, feeling, comparing their breasts, rubbing and pinching their nipples.Women’s moans were getting louder and engaging as they were riding Jonathan on both ends, Jonathan’s cock was about to burst and no mental passage was going to help. He buried his tongue into Lisa as deep as he could, his hands were now holding Maxine’s ass pulling it, pushing his cock. "You know me too well. I'm afraid they are," she responded. "They've been k**napped by a gang of international slavers." Have they indeed? How intriguing." "Yes...and you're the head of the gang"I smiled broadly. "That's not intriguing, that very intriguing," I responded. "Tell me more."She lowered her voice so as not to be overheard. "They were together of course...say a cruise. They left the ship for a shopping trip. Somewhere in the Caribbean I think. Your gang specializes in supplying. Just compare your dull little socks with my nylons, with or without seams, decorated ankles, fishnet or fine." Not much point under trousers," I said."Exactly my point, but they look fantastic under skirts," she replied, and talking of skirts, just think of your trousers, all black, grey or denim and all of them fairly thick and heavy. Compare those to my skirts and dresses and then think of the dozens and dozens I have in my wardrobe, and for each and every one I have several pairs of pretty.