He feels her lips through her pants and pushes softly in to her. Holding himself up on his arms he kisses her belly, his tongue dancing circles around...tickling her. Her nails drag up and down his shoulders. Suddenly the phone rings, Sara panicked and wiggles from beneath mike, running for the phone. It was a telemarketer Sara sits in the kitchen confused and curious. Mike pulls off his briefs and laying in bed starts stroking his cock thinking about Sara. Sara heads back up stairs and here’s a. She thought 'John' had told them that she wasn't in themood for this kind of play. Then again, he had already gone back on hispromises twice since they swapped. First, by having her do housework.Then, by taking her on the kitchen floor, fucking her senseless, herpleading him to stop, wanting him to fuck her harder. She could feel theresults of that fuck in her panties, still. A cold, sticky wetness. Couldshe trust 'John'?Yes and no, she concluded. She obviously couldn't trust him to keep. “It’s bad isn’t it,” I said. “My leg...”“Sort of, but no, not your leg,” she said. “Mister Steele, you spent a number of years in prison, isn’t that so?” she said.“Well, yes, but I’ve served my time. I’m done!” I said, and I said it forcefully.“Yes, I mean no, I mean, no you have done nothing wrong. I didn’t mean to insinuate...”“Okay, doctor, but?” I said.“Mister Steele, I have to ask you a very personal question. Would that be all right?” she said. I shrugged and nodded. She already knew I. We both love it, and his hand slaps my ass as he pumps me."You liking that, baby, are you?" Oh god yes! Yes! Give it to me so good!" He does, and although he switches hands from time to time, my ass gets a bit sore from the slapping, but my pussy is in heaven as I've come twice more, and from his grunts, I know a second monster orgasm from him imminent. Both hands grab my waist as he slams me as hard as he can, once, twice, and on the third stroke, he yells out HIS orgasm as Mt. Vesuvius erupts.