She was running her hands over her tits and praised herself for having such magnificent assets. My eyes were dying to see her boobs which were enough ...o satisfy my long pending desires for her. I was watching anxiously to get a small glimpse of her naked boobs. She suddenly turned facing towards me and I saw her boobs hanging free. My entire body took a big pause and could not believe if it was really happening or if I was in my own dream world imagining.Her boobs were hanging free right before. He had a frightening look on his face when he said "Really? We’ll see." Then, he inserted a third and a fourth finger and forcefully shoved them in and out of her.She knew that he was hurting her on purpose, that he was punishing her for not giving in and daring to yell at him. And yet, he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself. Last time he hadn't hurt her, quite the contrary, he’d been demanding and dominating but he'd made her feel the most amazing pleasure, and he'd seemed to enjoy it himself. The first man pulled a chair in front of Stephanie and sat down in it. Pierre Carron was still playing for the Chiefs. He was only about six feet tall, but weighed over 250 pounds. He was one of the biggest and fastest running backs in professional football. He was from Nigeria and it showed. He had tribal scars that had been tattooed on his cheeks like the American Indians had applied war paint. Tattoos were not a fad there; they were carefully thought out patterns that had meanings. His skin. ”“An then I walked in.” Elise said softly.“Yeah. At first I panicked. I was pissed at Bob. Then I looked at you and the girl and I figured to get one I had to take you both… and you weren’t going to know it was me so, what the hell.”“I swear, I did not know it was you. I had taken Lindsey out shopping for Bryan back during prom season. She told me she was still a virgin. I told her if she did not get laid at her senior prom I would show her how to fuck a guy right. She was home a little.