"I'm going to turn on your clothes dryer," he said. "I don't want your neighbors calling the cops if they hear strange gagging noises coming from your...garage," he laughed."Get down on your knees and crawl over here," he instructed.I was now eye to crotch with the huge bulge in his jeans. A wet spot had formed at the end of the seemingly unreal length of his bulge. On instinct, I stuck out my tongue and licked the wetspot through the heavy denim."Good to see my little bitch is hungry," he. I cried out in pain but he ignored me as he took his pleasure. I was but an instrument and I loved it. He held my hips as he drove it to me over and over again moaning his praise. Suddenly his humping sped up and I found myself being painfully slammed into the chair. Part of me wanted him to stop as I found myself experiencing more pain then pleasure. “No!” I called out as he began to smack my ass repeatedly. I could feel tears streaming down my face. He picked me up and violently threw me onto. “Suck it Becca! Make me cum again!” Sandy screamedBecca could feel the other woman’s clit throb between her lips as she sucked gently. Sandy’s hips were jerking as another orgasm was building. Becca slipped her tongue as deep as she could get it into Sandy’s fuck hole which caused Sandy to grab her head and grind her crotch into her face as another orgasm hit her. Finally Sandy stopped moving as she passed out from the intensity of her orgasm. Becca felt a hand pull her face away from the pussy. "These are soft," he said. "What am I supposed to do with them?" Wear them to dinner," I said. "We're dressing for comfort. You may as well do the same." No shirt, huh?" he asked."Nope," I replied. "We don't wear shirts and you don't either."He grinned and said, "Ok."He said he had a hard time concentrating on the food; we told him in a month he wouldn't even notice our nakedness. Nollie explained that the shorts were to protect the furniture, not our virtue, and he laughed. He had one beer.