Saahil said he was going to lube bother of our asses up. He started with mine and feeling a nice, moist finger in your butt while your cock is getting...stroked by a sweaty palm is almost orgasmic. If I wasn’t kissing Mike, I would have been moaning Saahil’s name. I pinched Mike’s nipples which, in my opinion, were the best pair of nipples ever. They were big, just the right distance apart and a nice tender pink colour. I used my other hand to start fingering Mike and he had to take a break to. I ask if I would have to tie her down and she said no she would stay in place. I told her this time she didn’t have to count but it would be a good idea not to move because I might have to start over. I walked up to her and rubbed my hand over her ass and between her legs. She was very nervous and jumped when I touched her. I told her to spread her legs and take a good hold of the arms of the chair and what ever happens don’t move. I picked up my belt, pulled my arm back and brought the first. I paused and held my breath, waiting to see if he was going to wake up. While he continued to snore, I moved up slightly causing his shaft come to rest in my moist slit and I could feel his erection throbbing against my clit. As I moved ever so slightly, his hard cock slid up and down inside my labia. My orgasm was so close that I couldn’t stop myself. I reached down between my legs and guided the head of his dick into my awaiting pussy and slowly slid down onto it. As he penetrated me, I could. Tears of pain tears of ecstasy from his electric touch tears of joy, that he still valued me, and had not put me out on the streets of Tokyo, somewhere, or worse, had me killed in some horrific way, as I began to suspect he was capable of. After a few minutes of his just petting me, I heard him undress, lying his clothes on the bedroom chair carefully everything was precision with him. I felt him climb into bed next to me. The night was warm, and no blankets or sheets were needed besides, I was.