And you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that it would make me more comfortable if we were alone in the apartment." I did fuck it up, didn't I?" Ye..., I guess you did," Shirley giggled again."You don't think we were, you know? I would never want you to..." No, I know better. Remember, I trusted him before I admitted that I love him."I sprinted toward the bathroom, making the floor squeak with every step.Shirley appeared at the door before I finished taking a leak. She had a glass of orange. Carmina felt their hardness with the heel of her hand. She could feel the heat emanating from them. Pressing against the top of their penises, Carmina rubbed them, she felt them get harder.Mort laughed into her ear as he felt her hands move on their own. "You really like this don't you Bitch." Drop your pants boys," Mort said, startling her. "Drop 'em," he repeated.Carmina sensed their bodies move. Knew belts were being unbuckled. Sounds of snaps opening on their dungarees was followed by the. .Her mind reeled as she tried to think of ways to get out of this. She couldn't scream for help—there were no security guards nearby. She couldn't grab the phone—he'd be on her in a second to stop her. And she wouldn't be able to fight him off. Despite the fact that he was an angry "momma's boy," he was a pretty big one—even bigger than Charles!She doubted she could do any real damage if she tried to punch him. And she'd have to be very precise if she tried to knee his groin. If she. She laid on her back with her head slightly over the edge of the bed. She wanted to make him cum as soon as possible, therefore she complied with all of his requests without hestiation. She opened her mouth and prepared for his cock, however, he was rougher than usual. Thrusting his member into her throat, he could feel her struggling arms pushing at his thighs. He increased his tempo, fucking her face as if a tight pussy. He loved watching her petite body, long legs kicking into the air,.