I knew you were tense and maybe even a bit frightened by all of this, but again wondering how you came to be in this position I pushed harder and slid...inside of you. Not all the way, but enough to be felt. Your ass contracted on me and I squeezed your cheeks. Slowly I began to move inside of you, each stroke pushing deeper and deeper as you relaxed and accepted me. Soon I was all the way inside of you and I began to move, slowly at first as I felt you relax, then faster and a touch harder, all. I thought I would call her and ask her where she was and to see what she would say. I called her, but the call didn’t interrupt their fucking session. The guy who was lying down took her purse and said to her, “Hey, whore! Your impotent boyfriend is calling you!”I was shocked to hear that they were calling her a whore. But I guess that’s what she had become for that night. She was their whore. Sabhya replied to them, “My impotent boyfriend doesn’t have any work. Neither does he fuck me to my. You want a drink?" Sure, but aren't you a little young to..." Samantha got up and walked to the back corner of the basement where the wine was kept. She picked up a bottle and carried it back to him. "It's on me," she said. "Thanks."Chris sat there with the bottle. He thought this girl was too nice. He thought she was pretty too. Samantha had to be about 5'6" and 140 pounds, green eyes from what he could make out from the light of the candle, and a beautiful face structure. Her cheekbones. "Yes... oh god, how I love the feel of a cock..."Ian moaned and pressed down against her again, shoving his cock against her silky sheath, thrilling to the reaction it caused in her."That's good, baby... you like to feel a hot prick nuzzling your pussy..."Sue moaned huskily and began to thrash against him."Yes... yes... but I want more... do something... please... anything..."Ian couldn't remember when he'd had a woman so hot, so eager for the feel of him. His senses reeled under the pure.