The whole point in doing so, was to assure one another that our commitment towards fantasy night was just that, to try and fulfill whatever fantasies ...he two of us might have, and make some real concerted effort in going along with those. One of the provisions however which we included, was what we both called as the "three-strike" rule. Once either one of us had three-strikes, then the concept behind all this, would be over. For obvious reasons, we could in fact refuse to do something if we. They had a dull, black iron design that looked medieval and out of place in the room. The torches themselves were only two feet long, kind of like the one on the Statue of Liberty, but with a more angular looking spikes on the base. What was unique was the forearm and hand made of black iron holding each torch.The torches were not lit, which was disconcerting, as it added a more ominous tone to the room. The only illumination was coming from a skylight in the ceiling directly above the center. Dawn stood there watching, and smiling. She felt hot now and her pussy was wet.Willow and Buffy moved over to the big wood kitchen table. They kissed again, and Buffy sat up on it and spread her legs wide.Dawn began to rub her pussy through her jeans.Willow got down on her knees in front of Buffy, and began to move her tongue up each of her firm, tan thighs. Buffy smiled down at her friend. "I love your tongue action," she said. "Come on, fuck my pussy with it, you know how I like it."Willow. She said that he was rough with her and that he had thenkissed her all over which felt amazing, animal-likeand that he had wanted her badly. She needed him to fuck her as he had been making her so horny at work and that they’re texts had really turned her on. She told me she sat on the edge of the sofa and let him give her oral sex till she came and then he bent her over the sofa and fucked her hard and fast from behind. He made her cum three times as he pounded her. As my wife was telling me.