Me: can I touch your pussy?She: why?Me: see, you touched my dick so it my duty to touch your pussy as well.She: I didn’t touch your dick, you forced...me to touch.Me: so, you didn’t like touching it???She: I liked it but that feeling was a bit weird.At that time in the internship room apart from us there was only 1 other guy, he was sitting 1 row in front of us and was keen in doing his work. After a lot of convincing she finally agreed, and said that she is going in other room, come quickly but. He'd been polite, attentive, curious even (some of his questions were a bit strange, but at least he was showing an interest in the heterosexual activities.) Admittedly he hadn't leaped up and hammered his cock into his mother's ass, or pulled me off her spread body to take my place; but that might just be good manners.Catching my own breath, my hands still cupped around his mother's firmly rounded buttocks, I looked up and caught his eyes."So, like your mom said before we started ... we've. Garry caught one of these touching ups and wondered if Sean had something else planned for Susan. During one of the karaoke songs sometime after midnight Sean leaned over to Susan and whispered “In five minutes go outside for a smoke” then he got up and wandered across the room. He stopped briefly to talk to two other men then all three left via the back door, the door that led out to the smoking area. Susan, and Garry, watched this interaction. After waiting a suitable time Susan. A machine fucking her pussy, and a cock fucking her face. Her and her husband had discussed abduction scenarios, role playing, she always thought it would turn her on. Some stranger grabbing her, restraining her and using her body to make him cum, not giving her a choice, simply taking what he wanted, and now its happening and her body has taken over her mind. All she wants to do is feel this man take her, fuck her brutally, and force her to swallow every drop of cum his balls can make. She.