Her fantastic breasts begin to spill ut of the top of her corset. Mistress rides me like she wants to puncture her uterus. We make a lot of noise when...we cum, together. I hope Chelsea hears. I wonder what her boyfriend thinks. . . . . .Alexa either wants me all to herself and behind closed doors or she treats me as a mere acquaintance and we stay out of each other's way. She spends a lot of time alone in her room while the other two and I are usually out in the living room or in and out of the. "So what happens now? Do you slink back to your crypt?" she asked with a smile as she approached."Back to the crypt before sunrise? Never! Now it's time to slink to the bar just down the street," I replied.She then surprised me by asking me if I had a date. When I answered that I did not and she volunteered for the position and I couldn't believe my luck."Be warned that I am not removing my costume or make up," I told her."I would be upset if you did. It is Halloween night after all," she. I hope you have hired them to perform for us later on." That little one," obviously referencing Ashley, "OMG, I would dip my wick in her honey pot so quick!" Those breasts, what I wouldn't give to have those udders in my barn at milking time."The crude comments continued with graphic detail about what they would do to the two of us given the chance. Ashley and I were both so red with both embarrassment and pride hearing all the comments about us, as we went about serving them all drinks. Their. Standing on that edge and waiting for the perfect moment. He held her head steady and said "look at me" and of course she had no choice, but he knew that in having her in his grasp literally that even if she could she didn't want too. With eyes locked and intense he slid into her slowly and as deeply as he could. She let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a soulful cry (not quite a squeal but near it). He lingered for a moment relishing the feel and tightness. Then he reared back and in.