Still, recovery wasn’t fast. I noticed it in her music. Amelia began to play mournful songs on the piano. She sang less and the songs were of loss a...d sorrow, sung with such sadness and agony I had a lump in my throat. Her remarkable voice expressed such haunting it made me go cold. And even the beauty, the perfect clarity of her voice, couldn’t overcome my fear for her. I was afraid she’d slipped into depression and I’d never hear her laugh again, and that thought both saddened and worried me. The sensation of being half buried in foam, rolling and writhing but unable to move, is like a nightmare.Suppressing a laugh, Serena kneels by my side. "Oh, you poor thing. I'm tempted to stand you up just to watch you try to get back up the ladder. But it's getting late. I'm afraid you've already walked your last step."She points a small device upwards. From the dark corners of the ceiling I see the glint of four metallic arms descending. As the agents guide them near the floor, I can see that. In and out, his giant cock slashed, slinging my spewing juices flying all over the table. As he fucked me, he could smell my musky, pungency as the room filled with the erotic odor of my sex. “Oh, God, Baby, Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh Fucckkkkkk,” I groaned as my whole body began to shake and quiver uncontrollably. “Oh fuck I’m cumming,” I screamed out at him. Nikhil couldn’t believe it. In his mind, he would always be my husband’s colleague, yet now he was about to cum in his wife’s lusty womanhood.. Cristy then stood up as she took her blouse and bra off at the same time. She was dancing seductively in front of him and running her hands over the bulge in his pants. He was in heaven. She hopped on him and forced her nipple into his mouth. He was grabbing her under her skirt as he squeezed her ass towards him, pushing her pussy harder against his bulge. Lush had now reached into my pants and grabbed my rock hard cock. She turned her head around and said, "Someone is really enjoying the show.