“I think Monica here is around 40 to 45kg. Think of her as your weight lifting bar and show me.”Monica was like, “Didi, this is too much and gig...ling.” I said, “Come on nothing is going to happen. He won’t drop you until I say, if he does, he knows he won’t get the sponsoring. Let’s see whats he is capable of and how long he can hold and many lifts he can do.”Monica said, “Ok and stood up from the sofa, walked to him and said, see mister don’t throw me down and I am a little scared.”He took her. His hands slid her blouse off her shoulders and onto the bedroom floor. Grabbing her bum beneath the black skirt, he pulled her to him, gently biting her neck in several places. Mary pulled free reluctantly, and grabbed his shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it off his shoulders, not stopping there; she undid the top button of his jeans and pulled. He did the rest by kicking them off. He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, it fell in a heap at her feet and she stepped out of it. To him,. His thumb vibrated along my clit and his fingers moved in and out just a little. I came again, clenching my cunt and tummy muscles. The second one lasted a good twenty seconds.“Stop, Tony, please,” I cried out. I was breathing quickly. “It was great, but enough.”He slowly withdrew his hand from my cunt. And suddenly I had to pee.“Excuse me,” I said, “I need to use the bathroom.”I got out of bed fairly quickly, leaving the two of them staring at each other’s cock. I peed (and, full disclosure,. There was going to be a lot of yelling when Grandmother saw my arm. Mom would probably make me dig my own grave when we got back to Atlanta. That was going to be a blow up of monumental proportions.The drive back was okay as the sun was starting its downward slide and was starting to cool off. As I got out of the car, you could hear the people and music as we headed for the backyard. I steeled myself for the coming shitstorm.Luckily Grandmother was in the house doing something, so Mariana was.