Her boobs and ass turned red, and she had bite marks over her boobs, neck, and back.Now Ashok took his turn and fucked the hell out of Jennifer for an...hour. I recorded the session of their steamy sex. Jennifer was tired and lay on the floor itself with cum over her body. But we were not finished yet with her tender body.I made her kneel down and told her to shag both of us simultaneously, after placing the camera in a stand. After getting her breath, she kneeled before us and held both our. Her breathing had become very staccato and she was moving quite a bit while I had my tongue in her. She really was closing in on a massive orgasm, so I took my tongue out and started jacking two fingers in her pussy very fast."Oh, ohh ... oh god Michael ... oh yeah Michael, oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy; that feels so nice, don't stop don't stop Michael; I'm-I'm cumming — cumming, oohh, cumming, Michael oh Michael that was so good. Give me a minute, OK?" She was breathing rather hard.I didn't. About. The room was a hodgepodge of decorating styles. A few band posters hung on the walls, along with some notable pieces of original art. A large king-size bed backed up to one wall. Two separate desks were in the room a few feet apart, each with a large Apple iMac on it with a vibrant screensaver catching the eye. There was also a flat-screen television and a cushy loveseat.Across the room there was a door to an ensuite bath and shower area. In that short hallway were side-by-side walk-in closets. Tom, the investigator and trainer, was a nondescript individual of about forty-five with rather thin hair and an old raincoat, an item of apparel which was likely to change very quickly, being both reversible and with a contrasting lining. John had always been amazed at how quickly Tom could totally disguise himself, a very useful skill in his line of business. The other man, the Bursar's son was a smaller version of his father but quieter and very powerful in a discreet way.The Bursar.