She spent most of her life in some form of restrictive bondage. “You can play, yes. Go on and feel it.” Her eyes lit up and she bent forward, “k...ssing” my wounded shoulder in her gratitude. She spread her legs for me to watch while I lifted one hand behind my head, naked and aroused, and smiled thoughtfully, enjoying the sight of her self exploration.Her hand caressed the seamless latex between her legs and it was a beautiful little work of art too. It did, indeed, look like a toy set against. It was going to be straight forward, pull out the old, disconnect and put in the new re-connecting everything. She gave me a lift getting the new over the first door. I got a glimpse of her cleavage as she bent down, it got me horny. “Call me if you need me, I have a few jobs to finish” she said. As I said it was fairly straight forward. When I pulled out the old one I found a one of her thongs on the ground I immediately put it in my pocket. So after some pulling and dragging, disconnecting. She felt its head slam against the back of her throat, its scrotum smack against the bridge of her nose. She gagged, air bubbling out of her nostrils, her eyes wide. The Pale One pulled out and thrusted again, and again, and again, each thrust more violent than the last, grunting and screeching.She could see herself, upside down in the mirror through the Pale One's legs. Her face was flushed and red. Saliva dripped out of her mouth and down her face with every thrust. The Black One increased. Loudly. Knowing he could hear us. Knowing he was probably in there jerking off."Susan kissed me passionately. If I had know that Mike turned her on I would have invited him over a long time ago. She started strocking my cock."John, lets do it."So we put the ear pieces on and we started making out. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. She pressed her knee against my hard cock and I moaned. I pulled her T-shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, so i had instant access.