He didn't rush me or our evening. We talked and laugh about things that took place at work and at home. Wayne eventually took my hand into his, lookin... into my eyes, piercing my soul with his baby blues. I saw the fever in his eyes, felt his muscle hands hold mine, just a little tighter. Wayne reached for me, grabbing the back of my neck, moving my shoulder length hair from the nape of my neck, where he planted sweet kisses. From my shoulder blades to the front of my chest, Wayne left wet. It felt so good I couldn’t open my eyes and Rachel heard one of my very rare loud moans. I could feel her shutter with excitement and lick my neck feverishly. The nails of her other hand dug into my back leaving little scratches. I love it when she does that and when she gets into a fever. With extreme control, she stopped. Everything suddenly stopped and my vision blurred as waves of sensations continued to poor over me. Kate let me cool down but I knew I wasn’t alone when I heard her panting. He picked up one my ankles and tied a rope around it, making me groan in pain when he tightened it so tight. He tied another to the other ankle and moved behind me again. I trembled in fear, knowing that he was going to spread me open. I did not have to wait long before I felt him pull one of my legs behind the chair, my knee having to bend and bow out to keep from breaking. I could feel my pussy lips pulling back. The other leg was next, pulled back until they met in the back. “UUUUUGGG,” I. He gives her puckers backdoor a soft lick. She shudders with excitement, her tail bopping on the top of his head. He continues down and presses his face hard against her cheeks as he tries to get her slit. She bends down further, pulling her cheeks apart. Her taste floods his tongue. He probes her opening. He swirls his mouth muscle. She sighs.“How much time before the ship docks?” she asks.“Fifteen minutes,” he says, giving her another lick. “No more than a half hour. We have time.”“I don’t.