Carrie was a hot girl who had a body like that of a model. She had short brown hair and wore nerd girl glasses as well, and had big tits. So we talked...for a bit, and they watched me play Forza 3 as well as Modern Warfare 2. I noticed that after a bit, that Carrie and Racheal started to be all over each other and they were kissing and all that. Damn, I enjoyed watching that then playing my Xbox. So, they saw me watching and they said, "Ace, you naughty boy, we got some stuff in store for you.". I hadn’t been rolled over for long when I felt your hand slip up between my legs and start playing with my cock. I rolled towards you while you kept gently playing with me. As soon as I faced you, you told me how you just couldn’t get over how much you wanted to eat that clerk, and how the image of her sweaty pussy was burned into your brain. The you demanded that I fuck you. It was very rare to see you so aggressive so I made a counter proposal. I turned on the light and got our bottle of. Again I whispered in her ear: “Too late bitch. You had your chance to be quiet, didn’t you?” She said nothing, tears streaming down her pretty face.I slowly moved round to her front, every eye in the room tracking my every movement. The psychological torture is almost as effective as the physical.I pushed the prongs of the cattle prod slowly towards the blond’s cunt. She desperately tried to move her cunt back, but she was firmly secured. There was no escape. So she pleaded again: . Greg was telling her about his wife always being busy with the k**s all the time and didn't have time for him and quite frankly he was horny as hell. He wanted to know if he could come to her tent for awhile, he told her I wouldn't mind , I had already told him, I knew she needed more than I could provide. She said she knew I was always encouraging her to find a bigger younger man for sex and knew I was turned on the thought of her taking a black man. Greg just asked what was stopping her then.