They had tricked me, all they wanted was sex. Well, I'd get my own back, once they let me go I'd kick the shit out of them.The door clicked and opened...with a creak. Martin walked in this time, his pale old body in nothing but a leather thong, barely containing his cock. He carried a riding crop, tapping his hand lightly with it. The bastard strutted over to me first, looked me up and down, then slapped my cock with the riding crop, "Don't look at me like that, you pathetic little shit." He. Your legs begin to shake immediately as my tongue zeros in on your clit…and my fingers slip inside you…my other fingers grabbing your ass cheek and spreading it open…you are not even thinking about it as a single finger presses into your ass, but you are being fucked on the conference room table in your office.My fingers sliced in and out of your pussy and your ass as my lips close around your clit…I moan against her with my tongue as I flick it back and forth…faster….making you forget about my. He purposely shoved her shirt upwards as he felt her tiny titties, giving himself a show at the same time. Kelly grabbed his neck for support and giggled as his fingers tweaked her nipples. He rolled them between his finger and thumb, appreciating how they felt stiff while fighting against the urge to kiss them. He pressed his hands flat against both of them, verifying that she had less than handful and ended with tweaking them before pulling away. He was nice enough to pull down her top, too.. After talking for about a half-hour, Julie asked if I would give her and the other two girls a ride back to her house. Of course, I said sure.We all piled into my car, and Julie started telling me where to go and where to turn. I had no idea where she lived, and was quite surprised when we got into a pretty high-class area. She finally pointed to a driveway and told me to pull in there. I couldn't believe that house. It was a two-story mansion, not simply a house for people to live in. Julie.