She had been through over two hours of attention from 8 rugby players and Geoff, the newly crowned office sex machine, and still she managed to look b...autiful. Her hair and make up were no longer immaculate, she was no longer in charge but she’d clearly loved the punishment the lads had doled out and was resigned to accept the consequences. I took a last look at her smooth pussy, the nub of her clit screaming for attention. I slapped my fat dick hard against it a few times before I slipped down. Steve smiled at her again."Can I touch your legs? I promise I won't go any higher than yourthighs," he pleaded.Michele cringed; she was scared that any control over the situation thatshe might have had was slipping away."Just my legs; and just for a couple of minutes; Mike will be arrivingany minute!" she bluffed.Steve reached out and gently rested his hands on her legs. He slowlycircled his fingers on her knees delighting in the feel of her silkypantyhose. Michele didn't find Steve's touch. She required a partner. Someone to pound me into forgetfulness. Someone to fill and stretch and ruin me until I can remember neither pain, nor loss, nor even my own name. Never before had she confronted her lusts so directly, but there was no time to wonder at the change. Her need was too immediate.She considered her options. Théo and Elfi? No, and for all the same reasons as before. Gréor? Surely not, for that memory not only bears its own regret, but it can’t be recaptured without repeating. As he commenced fucking Isabella, Billy moved in behind him and plugged straight into Dylan’s manhole. Willy then climbed onto the table, and straddling Isabella, gripped Dylan’s head before again skull-fucking him. Dylan was convinced that he had arrived in paradise. The heavenly train ensued for the next several minutes, as Dylan’s body was propelled into Isabella. Billy then began to administer far heftier slaps to Dylan’s backside, than he had dispensed to Isabella. Willy was left in no.