Do you think that’s fair to me, Christy?”“No, Mistress.” She answered. Her eyes were locked onto my dick, but she seemed unaware of where this...was going.“Well, what are you going to do about it?” she asked Christy sharply.Christy started to open her mouth, but was unable to come up with anything that might please her Mistress and looked questioningly at my wife.“You are a brainless slut, aren’t you, Christy. I want you to get down on your knees, take out my husband’s dick and relieve him of. She didn't like missing class for no reason, although, it seemed that Roxy had an idea as to what was happening to her. "How long are we going to be here?" Yumi asked, and Roxy just shrugged. "Not sure." Roxy told her, before walking over towards the door. She poked her head outside, and noticed someone was coming, and walked back into the room. "Oh. Here she comes." She told Yumi.After a few minutes, Yumi watched as a tall, red haired woman stepped into the room. "Hello. You must be Yumi?" She. ..fuck this bitch in his preppy ass or get the fuck out of here...' My wrist was released and the two of them argued briefly till she turned back towards me and grabbed me by the hair again. She turned me over to my stomach and squatted down on my back pulling my head up between her knees telling her boyfriend '...come over here and get your dick sucked, get over her I want to see him sucking your damn dick...' I could not see what he was doing but heard his zipper and the rustle of cloth.. One of his hands rested gently on the curve of her behind while the other came up to tunnel into her hair and cup her cheek so he could maneuver her mouth for deeper exploration. As soon as their mouths touched, Sierra’s brain went into immediate overload. The more sensible side of her brain kept repeating the mantra, “You’re married, you’re married, you’re married” over and over again, while the more elemental parts of her brain screamed “SCREW IT! THIS IS AMAZING!” Eventually the more.