Never before had she had so many wild orgasms as she had gone through in their arms.She knew that merely being in a room with either of them now would...make her willpower totally evaporate. She would become a hot whimpering jelly of uncontrollable fuck-hunger. It was dangerous, and humiliating. It was like being in their power, and not having anything to say about it herself.They could fuck her, rape her, do anything to her, and all she would want was more, more, more! She couldn't let that. I took a little extra time and when I returned both Sam and Q were gone. Scrawled on a napkin in her handwriting was the message “be back sometime???.” I saw them on the dance floor. The band was playing their closing song “Sweet Georgia Brown”. Sam was slinging Q back and forth with an old fashion Jitter Bug. As the band broke down their gig, juke- box music filled the gap between the band and the follow on gig. The music was slow and Sam pulled Q close to him and swayed to the. As they pulled apart Jennifer shivered slightly and he asked, "Cold?" Just a little chilled. I got a little damp, I guess. It'll be all right." I can build a fire if you'd like." That might be nice, but are we going to be here long enough to make it worthwhile?"Steve kissed her again. "That's up to you. It's going to be raining for a while and we can stay as long as we want. There's no place you have to go, is there?"She kissed him back. "There's no where else I'd rather be. Go ahead and build. ”Rachel then took me back in her mouth. Forcing herself down my full length in one go. She grabbed my arse holding herself there until I could see the tears rise and she started to gag before coming off. Lengths of spittle linked her mouth to me. Sara sat shaking her head. “Why do you do that? Do you actually enjoy it?”“I don’t get a lot of pleasure of letting you squirt down my throat. When you’re fucking someone you do stuff for them you don’t always enjoy. “ She turned to me. “Hey dickman.