The two pricks in her hands were moving closer to her face making it awkward for her to continue to stroke them without hurting her wrists. Turning he... head to one side she released her grip on the prick and guided it into her mouth with her fingertips. She could hear the moans from the man in her mouth and added hers to them each time the man fucking her pushed particularly hard into her hole. She could feel he was near to coming so she tried to grip him with the muscles that lined her hole.. He found a well endowed 9 inch black guy named Roy that he had met while playing squash with a few months earlier. He knew Roy was well hung from peeking in at him in the shower at the gym. When my husband told me that part I laughed and told him I always knew he was queer. You should have seen how crestfallen he looked when I called him that.But a few days later my husband was eagerly watching Roy pounding his thick black cock into my tight little pussy while I moaned and told Roy (truthfully). Her hard nipples felt good against my chest… She kissed me again, but now very softly.Then Camilla told me she had a surprise for me; but first she would blindfold me. She brought a black silk scarf and put around my head, covering my eyes.I felt her naked body riding mine. Her wet pussy lips were sliding up and down over my hard cock. Suddenly Camilla lifted her body for a moment.Then I asked her which kind of surprise she had for me...Camilla got my hands and held me down onto the mattress.I. I got as much done as I could that day, but It never could be enough. I left the office late and I knew I would still have to work all weekend to get it done.I explained the situation more fully to Sally when I got to her flat (after my slut welcomed me home, that is). She was sympathetic and not too disappointed any more: she had had all day to digest the news. Then she made a suggestion."Why don't you take your slut to work?"At first I wasn't sure: it certainly didn't sound like a way to get.