He thrusted in me while I tried to keep myself quiet and keep watch. After awhile he asked me "Are you enjoying it?" And I responded by just nodding. ...e pulled himself out of me and squeezed my ass. I stood up and he bent down where I had been. I said myself into his ass and slowly thrusted as his ass was tight and pulled me deeper inside him. I thrusted slowly, taking in the sensation. Before long someone called out to him.so we got dressed and we left the shed. As time went by i continued to. Miss Trottle took Rich’s left hand and wrapped her lips around his finger, rolling her tongue round it as she had done his cock then she guided his hand towards her clit and held on to it supervising the same circular motion she had enjoyed from Steve’s tongue. Steve was caressing Miss Trottle’s nylon-covered legs as he began to thrust his swollen cock in and out of her dripping pussy. “Damn, Miss T, I love having your legs around me.” Miss Trottle started humping as soon as he had his cock. Aja sat and leaned against him, her back against his chest. He slipped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.Jason pressed his lips against her head and inhaled. “I love the scent of your hair,” he said.“Oh, God, by now it must be so gross. I’ll shampoo it in a day and a half.”“It’s your natural fragrance,” he replied. “I love it, like I love the scent of your pussy.”“At least I wash that daily,” she replied.“I read once that Napoleon dispatched a message to Josephine that he would be. “It seems to me the three of us want another go at her.” We all nodded, and the muffin began to shake her head violently again. She knew better than to scream or call names after the last torture session, and she could see the whips and chains hanging on the wall for our pleasure. “It seems to me too,” Bill continued, “that we have a nice scenario to perform here. I like fucking her mouth, Alastair loves giving it to her up her ass, and our new boy here, Phil, seems to be a real pussy.