Paul and Abby seemed to have a lot in common with us – she loved wearing leather and the attention it got her and both she and Paul were incredibly ...ttractive professionals in their late thirties. When Jill and I agreed to do a swap or group thing we couldn’t have found a better couple that them – or so we thought at the time – but we were both incredibly attracted to them. I picked out Jill’s outfit that night, a very tight black leather mini dress and her black platform 6” thigh high boots.. Would you like me to let him cum?"Fuck, I had forgotten about that. "Yes, you can let him cum. Let him work up to it though, don't just snap your fingers and have him cum."The thrusting began to pick up speed and became a bit more irregular. I knew it was because his orgasm was growing and he would soon be finishing. "Oh, I'm getting close babe. Oh, fuck."Lost in all of this I almost realized I was about to make a huge mistake. My husband's thrusts became completely erratic and I could. The time finally came, and they went to the Blackhawk and boarded. John noted that the three guards were already on, and ready for a fight. The helicopter took off just before the sun went down, and soon they were racing across the desert night. The ride was quiet, each man thinking of the mission ahead, and the family they had back home. Soon enough John could see the camp, and they were roping down into a small canyon, where the helicopter would wait. John thought this was the perfect spot,. “I thought...”“I know. But things came up.”“I can see that,” she snickered.“Don’t be a smartass, Slut.”“Yes Joe. Sorry.”“Strip for me.”“Yes Joe.”“Quicker,” he moaned. His cock entered Liana’s mouth.“Yes Joe.”“Did you bring the toys?”“Yes Joe. In the duffel bag.”“Manacles?”“Yes Joe.”“Put them on Liana.”“Yes Joe.”He grabbed Liana’s thick black hair. “Safe word,” he said and she nodded. Her blow job slowed. He understood and pulled her mouth towards him and away, controlling the blow job. “Let me.