"Baby, don't bother calling. Just come on over. And hurry. I'm about to explode."I'm wasn't sure exactly what she meant, but I had an idea and I wasn'... going to waste any time. I hopped in the shower when it was still cold. Didn't matter. I was hot enough. When I got out and dressed, I noticed my cell phone vibrating on my dresser. It was a voice mail from Phil Carter, one of my co-workers. The Brits wanted a conference call in an hour. SHIT! I emailed mom that I had to go to work for a while.. I cursed myself for forgetting Sara's little fetish. I felt fingers lubricating my rear hole and couldn't believe I'd let myself get trapped like this. I felt a finger work its way in. Sara stood by and taped. She definitely looked amused--more than amused--she looked ecstatic! I felt more -- two fingers? And then a lot more! I had no choice -- I had to do what I could. My cock was hard, pushed against the side of the ottoman -- how could that be? Sara commented on this and zoomed in to make. She moaned. She tilted her head back and smiled when he reached down to take her throat in a firm grip. He swung the rope to and fro over her bosom and belly, now smacking it viciously into her soft flesh, now trailing it teasingly over her aching nipples, and she rubbed harder at her clit, sliding two fingers deep into the wet folds of her cunt. He tapped her hand lightly and she moved it to grasp the wrist that pinned her, opening her legs even wider and lifting her slim hips up from the. “You’re a nasty slut aren’t you?” My mouth opened but nothing came out. He let go of my erection, unzipped my pants, stuck his hand down my fly, and pulled out my love tool. I was oozing with pre cum which he spread all over my cock as he pumped it for more. His touch made me cream more and more, if he didn’t stop stroking me I would have exploded. He turned me around with f***e. His face inches from mine I leaned into him thinking of nothing but tasting his sweet lips, but instead he f***ed.