” He waited, but there still wasn’t any audible response. Okay, it was Friday so maybe she was playing Sultan’s girl in the master bedroom and w...iting for him. He trudged upstairs and opened the bedroom door. No sign of Madelyn. Greg proceeded to check out the entire upstairs, then all of the downstairs. His wife wasn’t anywhere. He pulled his phone out and called her on that – the call just rolled over to voicemail.Then Greg slapped himself in the face – of course, Madelyn must have gone to. "That's better, dear," said Karen kindly. "In fact, Alicia," who was still sitting on Tasha's thighs, "stroke his cock a little and help him enjoy this more." Alicia, somewhat reluctantly no doubt, complied. Karen teasingly inched the dildo closer and closer to Tasha's open lips. Just as the head was about to enter past his lips, she stopped. "Oh how rude of me. To make you take this dildo with no lubrication. Cindy dear," she said to me bring me a lipstick." I got off Tasha's. ”I then heard her heavy inhale of breath down the line. I’ve barely said ten words and she was terrified. Maybe not of me, but of potentially handing her fate to a complete stranger. A stranger who has handcuffs dangling from his bed-head. And by virtue of Pete’s crash course in his great women wisdom, her panting revealed she was already juicing up.Oh boy, was this going to be fun.…………..I established when she’d have a couple of hours free time to come over to mine, and ordered her to be here. "Rebecca had dropped back almost lying flat along my legs but she was still very enthusiastically fucking back and forward on my cock. So telling me not to come anywhere near her was a bit difficult. We had been fucking for a long time already and despite the discomfort of having a very hard cock pulled downwards the way it was, Rebecca's cunt muscles were so strong and she was exerting so much pressure on my cock that I couldn't help it and came anyway. This was a very BAD thing and Rebecca.