Sammy was in an immersion environment. She was not to take short cuts.“Uh ... privacy?” she whispered.“The divider?” I responded, also whisper...ng.Sammy nodded. I was going to have to make her learn to express herself verbally. I put my finger to her pussy, and found her clit. I started to rub and then took my finger away, crossing my hands in front of me and opening them, indicating that her nod was going to cost her any orgasms tonight.“Yes, Mistress.” She did not look happy.“I am not your. Phil, my husband, is quite a popular guy and has many friends, especially at the local rugby club where he likes to enjoy a night out as well as watch their home games. He is not an active sportsman, more of an armchair one. I sometimes go the club with him; they have do’s there occasionally and I also join him on the odd night out. The guys there are like most guys; always horny and if they can get a fuck without their partners or girlfriends finding out they will. I had been asked out by. Sick bastards. My phone started to ring in my pocket, but because I had more sense than most young kids, I decided to just leave it in my pocket until I hit a stoplight, which, conveniently I came to a stop to just by the fourth time ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ played on my phone. I reached into my pocket and pulled my phone up, saw it was Amy, and answered it, bringing the phone up to my ear while I watched the stoplight and waited for it to change colors. ‘Amy, what’s wrong?’ She said. He wants to jackhammer this poor girl. His velvety walls suck and pull at his shaft, milking the cum from him. His balls tighten, screaming for him to let go and shoot at least once. They have all night. Resisting with everything he can, he slows and grinds himself against her. Feeling every pulsation of her as she struggles to accommodate him inside her. Her legs fight against the restraints as she thrusts back up towards him. Her mouth opens and the words he has been hoping for come spilling.