I was feeling humiliated, angry but incredibly turned on too. So far, it had just been a game between us. Now here she was, dancing naked for three st...angers, and just asking to be fucked. I knew she had taken this beyond the point of no return. She was teasing them and they did not look like the kind of guys that would take no for an answer. I couldn’t believe it. What happened to our fantasy? I could see by the look and all their faces, Angel was going to get gang-fucked by these three men. " This is a simple, sturdy, padded frame that supports her in your favorite milking position: legs spread shoulder width apart, arms resting in a spread position, and her torso leaning forward by about 30 degrees. A padded rollbar supports her hips... from a distance, it looks a little as if we captured her in the middle of swimming the breaststroke. Most importantly, her swollen tits are hanging freely and easily within your reach as you lie under her on a futon bed titled upward enough for. ’ She smiled back. ‘Hey, I’m your pal!’ she encouraged, giving him a light clap on the arm. ‘Now, eh…’ She stood and briefly returned to her desk to grab her pen and his file, squatted down to reach underneath the desk and grab a box of tissues, came back to the sofa and sat with him. She whipped some out, dabbed his eyes dry and placed the others in his hands. ‘Here, blow.’ Ben did as she said and told her more about his relationship with his mother. She had been widowed when Ben was at a. Didn't you learn your lesson, when I let Jordan have her way with you, earlier tonight?" "At least Jordan got into it, and showed some interest in me, when she did it!" yelled Barocca. She was so angry, she wasn't thinking clearly. "All you did was fall asleep on me, like a drunken slob, when we were alone!" "That is the last fucking straw!" shouted Rhiannon. "Barocca, you've shot your mouth off at me for the last damned time. You've had this coming to you ever since you stole our.