It had not been an enjoyable evening!"Please, dance with me!"It sounded more like a command than a request, and Mireille was in no doubt that she coul... not refuse. They drifted out on to the dance floor as the band played a slow, romantic number. Mireille was not amused, but Major Ngoro was smiling to himself as the band followed orders. He was not naturally a patient man, but tonight he knew he was on to a good thing."Are you enjoying your stay in Gujanga? He asked, as he slid his hand down. She cried out around her gag when she felt Roberts cock slide into her. She was so incredibly wet that there was no resistance whatsoever. She tilted her face a much as her severe bondage would allow and extending her tongue through the metal of the gag began to try as hard as she could to pleasure Sharon. She realized that with the gag in her mouth it was incredibly difficult. With her lips held captive by the gag, she could not suck or nibble – all she could do was probe with her tongue.. Her hair was now a matted mess, sweat-soaked strands hanging from her head and dangling in my face. As she was held up between Brandon and me, her damp boobs dangled an inch or two above my chest. The room, once chilly, was hot as hell, and the smell of sweat and sex filled the air. As the thick air surrounded us, Abby took it all in stride, thriving as the center of attention in this orgy. Now that she was pulling off an airtight ski-poling, Abby had firmly established herself as a serious. After closing the file shebegan to run through the alphabet so it would be easier for her to find theappropriate file drawer as she stood behind her desk.So preoccupied with the task of saying her "A-B-C's" she didn't think oftugging at the hem of her too-short black dress which was hugging her legs afew inches above mid-thigh. Even when behind her desk the dress was shortenough that a good portion of her legs could be seen below her dress beforethe desktop blocked the view. Above the hem the.