“Why?” Lucian echoed the question. “You mean: why did I refuse and run?”Taylor hesitated. Then he nodded. His voice was a whisper.“I saw you...leave, Lucy,” he said, making Lucian wince at the name. “You wore that lovely dress as you went down to the driveway where he held the door to his car. I was so jealous. And you looked so sweet and ... ready.”Ready, Lucian thought. How does one look ready?“He was a pig,” he said, looking up from the mug. “I ... well, I suddenly felt ... disgusted.”Taylor’s. She grabbed his hips and squeezed, as he sensually moved his hands around her, then slid his hands up under her shirt, sensually touching her as he moved them up her sides, enjoying the warmth of her soft skin. She lifted her arms and he slid her sheer top right off, and he moaned (Ooooh my) as her breasts were exposed and they heaved towards him. her breast where revealed he noticed her hard nipples poking out wanting to be fondled and caressed by his hands, and then taken between his warm. I felt the same at my pussy. I felt stuffed, but oddly it felt nice.Steve unlocked my arms and legs. I stood on wobbly legs trying hard to keep my balance. Steve removed the cuffs, anklets, ball-gag, and blind fold. I squinted at the newly discovered light. Steve told me my record for the night. I had 31 guys and 1 woman. It would have been the 30 as planned, but Steve got so turned on he need a shot at me. I had 21 loads shot into my pussy and 10 shot into my ravaged arse. Steve told me,. “I shouldn’t do that.” I stood up, bringing us both to our feet, and turned her to face me. “We should be looking into each other’s eyes the first time I’m inside you,” I said, taking her by the shoulders. Her eyes went wide as I brought my lips down on hers, tasting her. She kissed me back eagerly. I lowered her to the couch, kneeling between her thighs, my lips never leaving hers. She held my arms tightly as I brought my cock to the opening of her pussy. I pressed the tip against her little.