He held her in place with his body and she could feel every inch of his hard form molding her soft curves into place. Holding her wrists with one hand...he ran the other down her side, brushing over her nipple with a quick flick of his thumb before continuing downward. He was kissing her again and she could feel his fingers pushing her panties to the side, sliding inside her to tease her wet folds. He groaned into her mouth and then his fingers were gone, replaced by the blunt end of his dick.. He found her hole and slid as much of his dick deep into her as he could. Every bump of the road sent pulsating waves through her body. She found herself to be enjoying the ride and couldn't help but to grind on his rock hard dick. "Fuck! God damn! oh..oh..oh!" Paul moaned and grunted as she bounced and grinded her tight cunt on his pole. He removed her mouth gag and ropes and she let out a gasp which was followed quickly by a series of moans. He grabbed her nipples between his fingers and. The Pocket Rocket spent about two hours in her room, refusing to come out or let me peek in the door. I was in the den, looking at some emails, when she called, “Close your eyes, Big Brother! No peeking!”Dutifully following orders I could hear high heels clicking down the hallway.“Okay, Jackie Boy ... read it and weep, you lucky fella!”I opened my eyes and almost fell off the chair. Somehow she’d managed to tame her curls into an up swept “do” that left her ears bare, showing off emerald studs. Perhaps her most persuasive sales technique was to get the wine filled women to share intimate stories about themselves once she added a little oil to their skin. The more illicit the stories got, the more inspired women became to buy her products. If the stories were too tame, Ingrid was good at enticing women to share their fantasies. All it took was one of her stories to open the floodgates of lust. They were, after all, ‘girl parties.’Marcie had helped Ingrid set the stage for the party and.