Her weightadded to my immobility, burying me into the couch. Shewas firmly entrenched between my wide spread legs, mywet beaver now defenseless agains... her. “Let go of her legs,” Eve barked at Weasel and Darlene,“I want to feel a little fight in her while I fuck herbrains out.” They did as they were told, while Mikatightened her grip on my wrists, keeping myoutstretched arms well above my head. Although my legs were now free they were virtuallyuseless in preventing Eve. The master was a distinguishedlooking black man in his fifties. Unlike most dominants at the event hedid not wear fetish clothes of any description. Rather he wore animpeccable dark gray business, which looked like it had cost the same asmy car. He had not one, but two slaves in tow. Twins. They weregorgeous, perfect. Both had pale white skin, longish black hair and fulllips; born-to-be-cocksucker lips. They wore only a black miniskirt andblack ballet toed shoes, locked in place. The bodies. But. My current attentions were focused on Roger, and Roger only. I could feel him in my mouth, and I wanted that thick prick to split my pussy apart, to slide into the hot moisture there, and touch my deepest places, and for his seed to join his brother’s inside me, jostling about for dominance in my womb.Even so, I pulled away, smiling, willing my legs not to tremble and my desire not to show on my face. I wiped my mouth and stood.‘There. Now ... you’ve got something against me, too, so you. "I want you in me."I pulled over in front of someone's house and pulled the handle on the seat to slide it all the way back. She left her skirt on, she just straddled me and moved forward towards me. She fed me one luscious tit with one hand and adjusted my dick with the other. It was then that I felt her cock against my stomach. I don't how it was possible but I got ten times harder.There was not a chance to say anything. One minute I felt her pulsing rod there against me and the next minute I.