I watched them both take turns giving me head and looking up at me too.I kept my hands at my sides for the time being, but I felt them both snatch one...of my hands and set them on their heads. So, I enjoyed them giving me oral pleasure even more because it certainly painted a better picture of my fantasy.They both took turns giving me head roughly thirty seconds, and every time my johnson went into a different mouth, I got the cool sensation again to make me jolt. I didn't think either of them. Running my tongue down one side and back up the other, Lynn held onto my hair as she raised a foot and put it on the bed so that I had better access to her boiling cauldron of lust! When my tongue returned back to the top of her slit I thought I might lose two handfuls of scalp as her grip tightened and she pulled me directly to the spot she needed me to focus on. So I pursed my lips, and with years of experience, I pushed back obstructing flesh and while wrapping my lips around the base. A finger across my tight hole. A finger gently pressing, just inside my tight pussy. But no more.My panties were peeled down my thighs, down my legs. My legs lifted one-by-one to remove them entirely. And then... they were at my mouth. In my mouth. "Suck on these, you slut!"I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Helpless. My skirt hiked up. My bottom exposed, hands high above my head. Blindfolded, gagged."You were twelve minutes late, girl," I heard. "I guess that makes twelve strokes."What??? No!!!. Worked out perfectly. He offered passage for nothing except I would cover for my own food. My mom and her boyfriend had nothing to say that meant anything to me. I met up with him on a Saturday morning and we headed out. He had a cab in back with a small bunk and TV and another bunk could pull down. Windows in the side. Lots of small lights. Nice.We talked and talked and about 5 hours into the trip, after a good lunch, I came upon his porn stash behind his seat. I asked him if he would.