So as I played with her nipples the inner slut would take over and she would start playing with her pussy.I wouldn’t blame anyone for thinking that ...he was really awake and just playing along cause on many occasions I thought so too. But she really was asleep which made it so much more erotic….plus she would never masturbate for me, no matter how many times I’d ask, beg and plead. But every time I took advantage of her while she was sleeping she would masturbate her sexy hairy pussy through. The first was that without the support of my bra, my hand movements made my breasts jiggle in a way that had both men staring. Second, there was no way I’d be able to finish him without a steady supply of lube, or, in this case, my saliva. I wasn’t about to keep spitting on him over and over. It felt rude and wasn’t very efficient. My only other alternative seemed crazy though.I looked up at Dion’s face. His eyes were fixated on my rack, but he chewed on his lip with such a hunger I simply knew. They were both ardent about important things in their lives. They were both very loving, generous and giving of themselves. They both loved to laugh. And they both kissed the ground the other walked upon. They had been together for two years before they decided to pop the mutual question together, and in that time the number of fights they’d had could be counted on one hand. ‘Sweetie,’ exhaled Valerie with a grunt, ‘Did you get the rest of the mail?’ Donna, momentarily unable to take her eyes. " he said to me.I replied "Wumf Umfl argh wwwff." which meant untie me but with the gag in my mouth I couldn't speak. "It's OK, I'll only be a few minutes." and off he went.I was laying there, trussed up like a turkey waiting to be stuffed when the thought occurred to me that my bottom was facing the door to the hallway and if the postman looked through the letterbox, he would see right up the hall and right up me. That idea started to turn me on and I was feeling quite sexy when I thought that.