No-one ever texted her except for Nancy, and she had a horrible feeling it wasn?t Nancy. It was an unknown number. She tapped the message open. And th...re it was, a snapshot of one of her pages. Without even enlarging the image she knew exactly which one it was, which of her crude drawings they?d taken a picture of. A girl, clearly Sancia herself, hanging naked from a rope around her fat tits, tears running down her face and her legs splayed wide and cuffed to the floor. She threw the phone. And again... and again. She didn’t think it was possible to have so many orgasms. She was even beginning to think that she wouldn’t survive another... or another... or another. Then one of her arms was free. The ice had melted. She quickly freed her other hand and attempted to stand up. She almost made it, but another orgasm caused her to lie back over the saddle stand. When it passed, she stood and fumbled at the straps holding her boots to the floor. She had to endure one final orgasm as she. We had a long, steamy weekend with her older sister during her visit to our home. Well, that latter session is altogether another story in itself. Regardless, for whatever reason, Cindy was certainly not inclined to have a threesome with another man. In spite of her rejection, I was not going to be deterred. I decided that our old friend Steve would be the participant for my goal of watching another man fucking my wife. Steve and I met in the army and had been friends for years. Actually, we. Sie hatte das Stöhnen gehört und war neugierig geworden, was wohl in der Toilette vor sich ging!Doch anstatt vor Empörung davon zu laufen, sah sie unserem Treiben interessiert und auch ein wenig belustigt zu. Plötzlich fing sie an, sich zu entkleiden. Frau Müller und ich machten inzwischen mit unserem Fick weiter, während sie völlig nackt an der Tür lehnte und mit einer Hand in ihre Pussy stieß und mit der anderen an ihren riesigen Titten spielte.Wir lagen noch immer auf dem Boden und ich stieß.