“We have to start somewhere and Miss Willie has already told me she’d help us all she could.“Mirra, if she’s in the kitchen, would you get mad...if I just walked up, bent your mother over and fuck her from behind without even asking her for some pussy?”“Do it, Josey! Mother would love you for that. She needs some lovin’ and we’d love to see her get that big cock rammed up inside her pussy from behind, wouldn’t we girls?”“We sure would. Shit, I’d love to be fucked like that one day myself! Just. ? ?I-I-I?please?? In went the gag. Irina turned to her case, debating her next action. Her subject had reached the sufficient levels of pain to be introduced to pleasure. Pleasure was something usually reserved for male subjects, but Stacey was barely showing a break in her lies. Perhaps the conflicting sensations would work better. Irina selected a thin, slender vibrator; the head of it no wider than the width of a pen, then squatted before Stacey’s splayed legs, flipping. Instead I followed Christian’s lead and closed my eyes, repeating yes, yes, yes under my breath and digging my heels into the floor. My ascent continued steadily yet unbearably slowly.“Make me come, oh God make me come!” I hissed at them. It was too much for Christian, who lost all sense of timing and rhythm. He grabbed at his cock, effectively taking hold of my hand again, and began wanking in time with the thrust of his fingers in and out of my pussy. He starting kissing and gnawing at my. According tothem, she demands that any boyfriend of hers must be willing to down onher." I found this line of conversation so far a little silly. So,she likes oral sex. Big deal. In this day and age it is virtually a requirementfor both partners to be willing in that department. I told Georges that. "No, no, no, you don't understand. Apparently, she isvery particular about how it is done. She insists on squeezing your head withher thighs. Hard. The guys I know have nicknamed her Brain-Busting.