Sam felt her fall weak in his grip and he knew he has scored his first victory against her soul. It was hard for him to restrain himself but he knew t...at too much now would leave her with marks that she could show. He felt inside her pussy before moving his hand to her mouth, replacing the sponge that now floated to the sink and became full with cold water. Sam held the sponge against her bottom long enough to ensure that no red-marks would be visible. Susan felt all pressure abandon her and. Ryan held on, almost ready to cum himself. When she settled down, he started his strokes again, sending her shivering and quaking through her orgasm. He didn’t know what he was going to do - pull out, make her blow him instead, or let his seed fire into her body. Ms. O’Negai decided for him. She turned around, his cock leaving that perfect hole with a suddenness that made Ryan groan. The cool air wafted over it as his prick dance, trying to fuck the space between them.Her vest and shirt hung. Serene and peaceful.Full of pleasant sounds and smells and sights and colors. Gorgeous. Abundant. Verdant. Timeless.No season changes in this part of the world. Everything stayed pretty much on an even keel, constantly. The constancy of the place is what appealed to her most. Well, almost most.The favorite thing of all, of course, was the company. No stuffy dinner parties in this setting. No black-tie, fair-weather socialite friends. And especially, no demeaning and insipid men.She had grown. No one spoke for a long time. Amy started first, “Brittany, I have lived in the public view for ten years. My private life and my public life do not overlap. No one will ever hear from me anything that happened. But if you ever want your pussy licked again please call me first.”We all laughed, and all faces turned to me. “Brittany, all of your secrets are safe with me. But I have one special request. I want to be invited to the Victory party.” Again, there was laughter all around.The rest of.