Peter walked in with three oddly shaped boxes. "I have three more presents for you, this is a special night, I think they'll help you out..." He laid ...hem on my lap. They were heavy! "I can't wait." I tore open the first box... four heavy-duty padlocks? I looked up already knowing what they were for. With a furtive glance at my wrists, Peter's nervous look confirmed it . He was blushing, I smiled and set aside the box, digging into the second box with a quick "Thank you." The second box. He gave me a very toothy smile and gently twisted me around so that my back was to his front, he reached around my waist and pulled me to him sliding his stiff rod up and down my butt crack. I thought to myself,"good thing I squirted a copious amount of lubricant into my bung hole before I left the house." The guy pulled me closer to him and I stood on my tip toes to give him access to my channel, he squatted slightly enough to aline his shaft with my entrance. As soon as his stiffen shafted. Sasha came up from behind Lisa and began to run her hands all over her body, on top of the clothes. Lisa was wearing a tight tube top belly shirt and a tight skirt that wasn't too short but it was properly above her knees. She was kind of short but her body was well proportioned. Her boobs looked like something in the low 'C' area. She was about 5'5" very tan (just came back from vacation), dark hair and a very fit body. She mentioned playing in volleyball tournaments, so I assume that's why. Neilson pushed with his knees and hips. Sandy squealed in shock and pain. To Neilson, it felt like trying to force his cock into a coke bottle. He pushed harder. Sandy cried out, slamming her head back against the head rest of the chair. She began to struggle ineffectually, trying to move her hips, anything to stop the pain between her thighs. Neilson could feel the muscles tense up in Sandy's forearms when he covered them with his big hands, trying for leverage by holding onto the chair arms..