Her skirt was as short and as tight as ever and she looked delicious in her spiked heels that managed to keep her posture straight and her ass looking...perky and ready for action.I knew that Julie was not happy to see her sitting there like she owned the room but she had plenty of clout and it was not advisable to confront her about any issue unless one was completely prepared to fight it to the finish.I could look back and see her desire to be on top was merely an expression of her need for. The black guy said they could definitely come to an agreement with me…He undid my blouse as his friend unzipped my skirt. I stood there in just my panties, waiting for them to continue. The black man pressed up again my front and the other my back. I was stuck in the middle of these two men with hard cocks being rubbed from both sides. I closed my eyes waiting for them to fuck me and I heard both of their zippers come undone. They both grabbed my hands and placed each one on their hard huge. "Who in the hell is this", she thought. As the blindfold was removed and her eyes cleared, she could see a tall man wearing tight worn leather pants, a black turtleneck sweeter, and a ski mask with only his eyes showing. This guy was a hulk of a man who must have lifted weights for a living. Obviously, he had come to rob the house, but had found something he liked better. Miss was still gagged and handcuffed as she sat on the edge of the bed. The chastity belt which she still wore was her only. His dick sawed in and out of me. He made me groan and gasp. He had me whimpering in utter delight.“Oh, you’re amazing. You’re such a stud, Pete!” I hissed. “Fuck me! Make me cum on that dick again! That’s what a stud does! He makes his woman cum!”“I am a stud!” he panted, his balls smacking over and over into me. “Mrs. Umayyah, I’ll make you cum!”“Do it!”I humped into his thrusts. My pussy savored his dick pounding me. He fucked me so hard. That youthful passion surged through him. He tweaked.