After a half hour of foreplay with my lips, nipples, earlobes and asshole, she would bring on my shivering climax with fingernails or a vibrator in my...ass. Helpless, bound, drugged, I existed in a torpid limbo relieved only by moments of sexual ecstasy the like of which I had never known. Before my captivity I had found release in sex, I had given pleasure in sex but I had never really looked forward to sex except as a means to an end. Now, I existed only during interludes with my. "She's an awful flirt, but I think flirt is all she does."Amelie told me she doubted Sophie would even remember me the next time she saw me."She seems to pick a guy out at every tournament," she said. "She flirts and teases, then disappears."I told her that was exactly what happened."She slipped her panties into my pocket," I told them. "By the time I realized what she had done, she was gone. I thought another golfer girlfriend might be in the works."Amelie hadn't joined the tour when I spent. When he clutched her head and stroked her soft hair, Dianne knew he was getting close to coming. His hips started humping and swiveling, his breathing becoming more rapid. She squeezed his cock harder, pumped faster and tongue-fucked his asshole all the more eagerly. ‘Oh, God, Mom!’ he finally cried out. ‘This is it! I’m coming! I’m commmiiinnngggg!’ His body stiffened. He let go of her head and clutched the sides of the bed. His back arched, only his shoulders and heels in contact with. Her Mexican booty was out of this world. Though as he looked over Alejandro's shoulder, he saw Deborah on her way back to the office space she used behind the stage. His cock grew harder in his pants when he saw her looking over at him with such desire.“Oh, okay Mr. Booker.” Alejandro felt a bit disappointed. He loved watching Gloria worship a big black man like Mr. Booker.“Ehm, Mr. Booker…” Having just overheard that his boss didn’t have time to see Alejandro’s wife Gloria, Juan felt a bit bad.