It's fragrant, but by no means smelly, and just covered in mousy brown hair. My sense is that Sara had two orgasms from my going down on her within th... first 15 minutes. I'm on my back with her leg spread over my torso still lapping at her gorgeous hairy pussy and sure enough, Sara starts giving me a hand job. And a pretty awesome hand job at that. She was really pumping away on my shaft while fondling my glans to boot. So I'm thinking, 'Well, this is exactly what I jokingly predicted. I'm. “I hope you don't want me to propose to Freya (that) she become a subject of one of the company’s experiments. I don’t want to end up like Arlan Ackers!” It had been about five years since the “Ackers” incident. Few at the country club had forgotten the lesson Arlan learned one evening. Seems Arlan, like everyone else, had heard rumors about Freya being sexually frigid. After a few drinks Arlan decided to find out for himself. And find out he did, losing his hairpiece in the process. Freya. I’m kidding. Enjoy! *All characters in this story are 18 years or older* PREVIOUS — Chapter 6: Just Friends CHAPTER 7 Rachel’s head swam as she stared directly at the shiny brass buckle facing her, just inches from the tip of her nose. She was buzzed. Not fully drunk, but definitely feeling no pain. It barely felt like she was in control as she watched her small fingers deftly grab ahold of the denim and slip the button out through the buttonhole. She swallowed deeply. Keeping her one hand. Across the room, Ron had Daphne on his bed, naked, her arms bound behind her and the dildo gag still stuck down her throat. He had spread her legs wide as he rammed his cock into her cunt again and again. Ron’s forceful pounding of her pussy, which was badly burned, was causing her to tremble in agony, though she was too exhausted to scream any more. A look of defeat had formed through the pain on Daphne’s face as she laid back and took the brutal rape.On the next bed over was Astoria. Like her.