“I have seven wives. It's a necessity.”“Uh-huh,” Noami answered, her voice muffled.“Gewin's cock,” groaned Thrak. “What are you doing to...me?”“Massaging your prostate,” giggled Noami.“Gewin's mighty cock,” Thrak groaned again.My body bucked and heaved on the bed. I squeezed Thrak's hand hard as my orgasm washed through my mind. I didn't care what Noami did to Thrak. I drank in the pleasure bursting through my body while the captain's small fist kept pumping my cunt, sending new ripples to crash. Mum groaned a loud, disgusted but strangely passionate sounding "WWWOOOOAAARRRGH!" Just like she had on the original Teresa's Torture film, when she'd been aroused by the things the others had done to her too.My flesh crawled at this sight, and I shuddered uncontrollably. Yet, how my dick throbbed in spite of me, pulsating in tormented arousal.In the sex shop's back room, the cheeky looking girl clapped her hands in delight, exclaiming loudly in glee. The older women laughed quietly in sadistic. I have a black with red over toned 2011 Ford Mustang, full customized, also with the best engine the money of a high school senior can buy. “Um, yeah, get in, but watch the leather” I joked and she gave me a ‘nigga please’ look. She hopped in and we speed off. “Well, aren’t we in a rush” she laughed. “Ha, yeah, I like the way she rides, smooth and fast”“I ride even better” she mumbled, I guess thinking I didn’t hear her.We made it to the light and I asked “So, which way are we going?”“Take a. Ms. Silver didn’t miss it and Michael knew what ‘earning it’ would involve. ‘I can do that.’ She said. ‘Here? Now?’ Melissa leaned back in her seat and tugged the hem of her dress up past her hips. Michael knew from experience that she wasn’t wearing any panties and she always kept herself shaved bare. All of her entourage was leaning forward now to watch. ‘If you want cookies, you’ll have to start with this one.’ Ms. Silver looked over her shoulder at Michael, seeming nervous about her.