Mrs Fairley was hairy down there, but her juices were flowing. Oh my god! Your desk! Candyce whispered. Its not like Im using it anymore. I joked. Pet...r pulled Mrs Fairleys underwear down to her knees as my boss pushed herself back to completely sit on my desk bare assed. Peter knelt before her between her legs and dived right into her hairy mess,. The slurping and sucking noises broke my attention as I handed Candyce her drink. Her hand was still on my leg. Lets leave them alone for a bit, she. “Oh, yeah, let it slide in and out a few times, sis. You’re really good at this.” He thrust his cock into his sister’s mouth a few times, then pulled it out before she was ready. She had been starting to enjoy the feel of it moving back and forth, and looked up with obvious disappointment showing on her face as it was taken away. “Adriana’s turn again.” he explained. “I’ve only got the one, so you two have to share.” She nodded, seeing the fairness of his logic. She had had a much longer. Helpless, bound, drugged, I existed in a torpid limbo relieved only by moments of sexual ecstasy the like of which I had never known. Before my captivity I had found release in sex, I had given pleasure in sex but I had never really looked forward to sex except as a means to an end. Now, I existed only during interludes with my dominatrix. When Sylvia entered the room I felt my heart quicken in surprise. Up until now I had awakened each time shortly before Chastity's arrival and I had been. The foreign hand never left my butt. She guided me, timed me, pressed me and set a rhythm to my motion, which made the girl respond in a wonderful sinewy fashion. She slid around on the bed, bucking, twisting, humping, not keeping still for a single moment, much like a rattlesnake moving swiftly over uneven ground. I tried to latch onto her mouth, but she kept me away, making a continuous keening sound which rose in pitch to loud wailing when I rubbed her breasts with a free hand while holding.