After some effort he did.After watching up close for awhile, "Lick his balls" ,Ritika ordered him. He didn't move at first, just looked and then began...to slowly move forward to obey me. But before he could fulfill her command. "STOP everything " I shouted. "Goddamn you, if you can't obey your orders immediately then you need to be taught a lesson." I was about to go back to the living room and get my belt, Ritika suggested we should spank him instead. I made him stand up and bend over while. Turner or something like that. He did these great landscapes just filled with energy." J. M. W. Turner." That's him, I think. But I like a good range of styles. Classical Realist. Impressionist. Expressionist. Modern. Well, some expressionist and modern. I like Warhol and Dali and Chagal and Toulouse-Lautrec. Some of Picasso's stuff, but not all. Don't like Pollock. Don't like velvet Elvis prints. I love some classic illustrations like for Winnie the Pooh and the Sherlock Holmes stuff from The. She screams again, unable to help herself. She feels torn in half by the massive bulge in my shaft, but the thought of her now being tied to me helped her get through the pain. And soon , she is enjoying it again. She climaxed again, this time more powerful than ever, her pussy clutching my shaft with her pussy. She feels me speed up just then, and finally unload inside her. She buried her face in her hands, moaning as she feels stream after stream of my cum shoot inside her. Not a drop of it. They quickly got to the sex and Katy and I watched. After it all got quite and I was sure everyone was asleep I had been needing to pee so I quitely got up and made my way to the bathroom. There was a small light in the bathroom and as I turned the corner one of the men was in there peeing. He was a big and his penis was limp. I was very horny from watching all the sex. I could not help but stare at this man's cock. He smiled real big and told me it was my turn. I got on the pot and started to.