” He cursed again. “I’m grabbing it, pulling on it, keeping you in place while I face-fuck the fuck out of you.” She heard him roll on the bed... He continued: “And you’re gagging. Ugh. Gagging on my big fat cock.”“Ooh, Billy, go easy on me,” she begged, curling her body up while she ran her hand down and between her legs. She rolled over to her belly, then onto her back again, rubbing herself hard and fast.“I’m coming,” Billy said.“On my face?” she asked.“What about your face?” another voice. ”It seemed natural to Wendy to obey this apparently caring and well meaning man so she told him, “It all started when I didn’t get pregnant. We’ve tried for a baby for years now and it just never happens. The doctors say it should as they could find nothing wrong with either of us after a lot of tests.” She started to cry again.“Stop crying. I can’t help with that,” David said fairly brusquely, thinking, This one is really a submissive. I will get her.Collecting her thoughts and drying her. " She smiled and opened a door across the hall, walking in like she owned the place.It must have been a spare bedroom, cause it didn't look really lived in, you know? It had all the furnishings, but none of the personal stuff a real person would have collected if they slept there every day. The only thing out of the ordinary was a Cougar backpack on the floor with some clothes half-folded over it and a purse on top of that. The only furniture was a made up twin sized bed and a couple. After another cocktail Clare took Lindsey by the arm and pulled her onto the dance floor. Lindsey's mind was caught up in the music as she twisted her body in time with the beat, lifting her arms up and gyrating her hips. She noticed several guys moving towards the edge of the dance floor, staring at her body as it moved seductively.Suddenly she felt a pair of hands squeezing her ass. Over her shoulder she could see a guy with a wide grin on his face as he caressed her butt cheeks. She thrust.