I watched as she reached out and started unbuttoning the first black guy's shirt. As she got a couple of buttons undone, she reached beneath his shirt...and started feeling his muscular chest. Meanwhile, the second black man had started stroking her breasts through her top. She then reached over and began removing the second black mans shirt. Soon, both black men had their shirts completely off, revealing huge barrel chests and large rippling pectoral and abdominal muscles. She turned back around. Brandon said your’s is shiny like my moms gets when I massage her. I said Brandon do you touch her like you’re touching me? He said a little bit. You don’t touch your moms pussy at all? Brandon said well a little bit once my finger kinda almost went in her. Oh I said. Okay , I see. So you touch her like you’re touching me, just not inside of her pussy? He said I kind of… well , I did once but I think my mom was sleeping or something. I asked why do you think that? Because she didn’t say. He smacked her ass cheeks hard three times, before reaching out with a pissed off grunt for the roll of duct tape.Terri was in a full on panic, unable to stop her bound body from thrashing about. Trying futilely to escape this brutal horrifying assault. Then a shadow flew before her eyes and something covered her face. It was more tape. The bastard was applying more tape to her face.And then with utter horrific realization, she felt the tape seal over her nose. Her nose effectively blocked from. I kissed her on her pink lips gently and the kiss soon became more and more passionate. I took off her shirt to unveil breasts roughly b cups or high A cups size and an hourglass figure. Her abs were toned. I undid her bra, it took a spell, but I undid it after some effort (Seriously, why are the damn bras so hard to take off sometimes). I quickly massaged her breasts and licked her nipples. I regret to say I did not give them nearly enough attention because I wanted to kiss down her toned abs.