Thats when i easyed down the hall to the master bedroom were the thunk was comeing from. the master door was open to the room and i seen ben on top of...my wife and he did not look like a man that had knee surgey at all he was fucking sarah hard. sarah was naked legs in the air and i seen ben ass muscle's tighting and lossing going up and down. I shouted hold the fuck up what the hell going on. Ben say's with out stoping at all. I am fucking your wife boy. now shut up and watch or leave.. Didn't you take the sleep training on this thing?" Yes, but what if something goes wrong?" persisted the voice."Look, Brad," Stan replied through gritted teeth, "if you're that scared you can go back." What makes you think I'm Brad?" the voice cooed.Stan immediately halted and shot a look at the battlesuited form beside him. "Brad?" Hmm?" Brad replied."Wasn't that you talking to me just now?" Huh? No. You're watchacallit - hearing things." Brad stared at his friend nervously."No, he wasn't,". Why could she not just say no? They placed her on a large wooden crate. She was on her back, and she held her arms above her head. All her clothes were a mess, some around her ankles, the rest around her hands, she would fall, if she tried to escape. They could not see (she hoped), how she held on to her shirts, pretending that she was tied. There were 2 tongues licking, kissing her tits. There was a hand between her thighs. She put her hands under her head. “Wauw, she is wet..” one man. His instruction sent shivers of excitement through my body. I wanted to do it, but him telling me to do it made me feel as though I had no choice. I squeezed it in my hand a little, pointing it up toward my mouth and gently I closed my soft full lips around the head, savoring the taste of his salty skin against my tongue and basking in the pleasure of feeling him grow inside my mouth. He moaned softly, squeezing my hair tighter in his fist and looking down at my big blue eyes at the same time.