Angry at myself for getting drunk, angry at Brad for not being thereto save me from this 'date', angry... Yeah, I'm angry that my pantyhose and pantie... were removed ? the gaffe obviously was removed! "Did you take my pantyhose and panties off?" I shot back, deciding that he needed to feel some of what I was feeling, some discomfort. My face was icy cold, my hands went to my hips, and my attitude was borderline 'bitch'.He wasn't expecting me to fire back and for the briefest of moments his face. "Do a good job now. Let's see how talented you are with your tongue,” Miss S. told her. Kitty’s lips and nose had come down directly on Miss M's slit and hole. It made it slightly awkward with her hands and arms firmly chained to the floor, but she slowly began to kiss and lick the woman's cunt. Miss S. moved around behind her and brought something cold and round up against her Inner thigh. It was hard, but not very large around. Maybe an inch, but no more than that. Miss S. drew it. Don said looking over my shoulder at the sprawled out woman, “Yeah, Tameesha, you suck this white whore while I fuck her.” I held myself up using the roof seat belt attachments and felt Don rubbing his cock all over my ass. He couldn’t find my tight white asshole. I reached back and in doing so leaned forward and shoved my cock down into Tameesha’s throat. It was clearly the first time she had deep-throated anyone and she was not ready. She pulled away violently and coughed a few times. . “Are you alright?” “Yes, I just need to take my time with this.” She was determined to make it happen and when she moved up and down a little again then pushed some more I felt myself slip deeper inside her cunt, but perhaps only half of my cock had been consumed. She stopped again, breathing hard with a soft whining sound coming from her throat. She was incredibly tight. I had never experienced such a feeling before and I knew I was on the verge of cumming. “It hurts ... a lot ... but it feels.