The frequency of James Palmer’s visits increased over the weeks and months until Ellen saw him almost daily. The effect of his attention to Maddalen... was striking. The young woman who had always had a sad aura surrounding her blossomed in James Palmer’s presence. She awaited his visits with as much eagerness as her suitor, if not more.Many an afternoon Maddalena and James sat alone in Melissa’s former makeshift atelier. James was somewhat of an artist himself stemming from his interest in Roman. My butthole must have smelled good. A s I started walking away from them, glad that the nightmare was over, I was them taking turns to smell his finger that was inside my butthole. I even saw prateek licking his finger as if he just ate a kebab.That sick bastard had turned me on. That weak pathetic reason of a human. I wanted to take the pleasure of touching me away from him. I was not ok with him bragging about it. I wanted to make him feel small. I didn’t want him to be special. He had. I knew from experience that it gets quite cold during the night games, so I packed a royal blue blanket to keep me warm. An hour before game time, I took a ride to the ball field. When I arrived, I took my usual seat as I watched the guys warm up.I was still feeling the sexual frustration from a few hours before and my clit was pounding, demanding relief. I squeezed my legs together, but that only intensified the pleasure. I needed Hideki to lick and fuck my pussy, but there was no way that was. You take your other hand and pull me back by my hair so that I am lying with my back on of your chest, still riding your dick. You start palming my breasts while she continues to get her eat on and we are all moaning. My pussy juice is everywhere. I want you to shoot your hot cum all down my throat and I ask you, Will you cum for me? and she says, I want some of it too! You tell me that, Whatever you want, I will do. So I get off your dick and she and I both wait anxiously for you to give it to.