The two women knelt sideways on their respective beds so they could see each other. Mark knelt behind Kat, myself behind Christine. The arrangement wa... good for the voyeur in all of us. As I slid my cock into Christine Mark was already fucking Kat, his hands underneath her body masturbating her hard cock. Her face was a picture of joy and lust. I grasped one of Christine’s lovely fat nipples with one hand and felt for her clitoris with the other. She humped her arse rhythmically back at my. A painful as the clamps were, she hesitated while her mind replayed the naughty scene. In her mind she could hear Rhonda command her to clamp her nipples and return to the table. Her eyes half closed as Rhonda's voice came to her again.Her hands instead moved to the skirt which fell to the floor. Without bra and panties she stood naked except for the stockings and heels. In her mind she could hear, "You're wet, aren't you?" Catherine looked into the mirror and saw her labial lips brighten and. “Hey Terry, does she have a bush?”“I’m not sure she keeps covered up most of the time.”“Man I love creaming in a pussy covered with bush.” Suddenly she realized her pussy was very moist, her nipples were hard, she was totally excited at the prospect of getting fresh cum. She backed out of the room and headed for the kitchen flushed with sexual excitement.In the kitchen she made herself Vodka on the rocks and drank it down in two gulps, she poured another, my god I’ve got to get my mind out of. My cock was now throbbing and she noticed that I had a made a nice tent in my jeans. She removed the top and stood there in just her panties in front of the mirror and asked if I found her attractive? I told her she was very hot and that her husband is very lucky. She said her husband never tells her things like that and that their sex life is not very exciting. She knelt down with her face in front of my crotch and asked if she could help me with my swelling as she unzipped my pants and pulled.