"They're ready Sir" she reported softly, taking Brad in with a hungry gleam in her eye. He couldn't help but picture himself in her eyes, on his knees... naked ass in the air, his arms bound behind his back, slurping noisily at Sir's expensive shoes as she casually worked with an eye-liner pencil in the mirror.Two weeks ago he'd cornered the athletic co-ed in the hallway outside the girls locker room on her way to soccer practice. He'd put his arm on the wall, blocking her path as she tried to. Instead, he spent the evening in his own suite with the video feed to Matt’s room up on the big screen by his bed. He had a couple projects to work on, and kept any eye on the screen for when things got interesting.Ryan sat there with his laptop and researched more on the internet about the lady in the house across the inlet. It appeared her name was Amy Harman, age 33, and her husband Will was the CEO of a mid-sized local coffee company. It was a brand that Ryan happened to like himself, but. Her tight pussy twitched and squeezed as spasms wracked her body. When I couldn't hold back any longer, I let my cum gush deep into her. I lay there until I had the strength to stand, then looked around the dirty garage. The dead girl lay on the floor with her arms beside her and her slender legs spread wide. Her face had turned a bright red and her eyes were wide open. Her lush breasts did their best to escape the bounds of her orange halter-top so I pulled it off over head and set them free.. (With a soft voice.)I took out my fingers, held my dick and rubbed it on her pussy and gave one hard shot. I bent over her back, went near her lips with my dick inside her and said, “Say it again.”D: (Agitated) Fuck me like a whore.I took a deep breath, gathered all my energy and ‘Bang’, another very hard shot. I held her hair, pulled them and pounded her hard. In a few minutes, I took my dick out, made her turn and shot out a cumshot. It went up to her neck and one on her boobs. It was like an.