God, but she was a pretty woman, so mature, yet soft and firm. Not at all like his own mother who always had a hard look about her from all the make u... she wore to cover up her age lines. Just looking at Art's wife was making his balls ache and his stubby young cock stiffen and jerk inside his pants. Especially the way she was lying now, since Mark and Robert and he had taken off all but her undergarments while she slumbered on. He watched the moonlight slithering through the cracked open. ??Well, maybe we should switch more often.? Debbie replied. ?It?s almost time to release our slaves, so what do you want to do to them before Marion re-assumes her dominant role.??Let?s release her from the couch with her hands behind her back, and then have her eat my creampie from Ron?s ass. That will give him some satisfaction, and further humiliate her before she regains her power.??Be careful, for she probably will want to get even.? Debbie warns. ?Well, that decision is yours, not. The next thing I knew, her hand was making its way up my sweaty leg towards my now growing cock. She leaned in towards my face and said that all she wanted to do was fuck me right there, right now. Then with passion I had never known, kissed me, devoured my lips. She guided my hand towards her legs and encouraged me to go further up underneath her skirt where I found absolutley nothing but soft, damp skin. Needing no more encouragement I moved my fingers all over her pussy but not on her. She realized the truth of her survival rested somewhere in between. She leaned back against the cramped enclosure and closed her eyes as the dull jets of tepid spray pelted her breasts. She reached up and clutched each one hard, squeezing and kneading her pliant mounds until her nipples ached. She pinched her growing nipples and thought back to when the car had spun out around that vulture in the desert. Her knees started to bend as her right hand dropped down her body. Her skin felt wet and.