Text me your order.”“You gonna let me pay?”“You already know the answer to that question.”“I’m too hungry to argue with you. I’ll get ...ou back. Maybe like a ridiculously expensive Christmas present.”“I’ll break up with you before Christmas and we’ll get back together after the new year.”“Get out.”“I’ll be right back,” he said with a grin. “It’s gonna have to be a burrito bowl though. No burritos.”“Gross. I don’t want a salad.”“It’s the same thing without the tortilla.”“I want the. “IF we let this slut go, we want something to remember her by!” She reached onto the night stand and started filming with a video cam. As horrible as it was to have Bill and Jerry r****g me fore and aft, the thought of it being recorded open the ducts and tears ran down my face.“Looky that, Jerry. The bitch is CRYING,!” laughed Bill. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Give her a REASON to cry, boy!”Jerry grinned as Bill pulled out of my mouth. He clamped his hand hard over my privates. Then. She was about to make me orgasm and I wanted to make sure that I gave her just as much pleasure.We both flicked our tongues on our clits and it was almost like we were competing to see who could get wetter. We both loved tasting pussy juice and every little squirt of the sweet nectar got us closer to our explosive orgasms. I spread her ass and gave her asshole some attention, and she reciprocated by rubbing my asshole. Our tongues were desperately trying to get each other to cum but neither of. "Mother, you deserve to be punished. I think you'll agree that your behavior was totally unacceptable. First, I'm going to tie your hands. Put them behind your back."I've heard the term 'Pregnant Pause' before, but this was more like a pregnant silence. Tina didn't move, and no one spoke for twenty seconds or more. I was getting nervous, and it occurred to me that this whole thing just might blow up in our faces.Tina was still face down on the sofa. Finally, her hands moved slowly to the center.