Just women exercising their constitutional right to cheat on their husbands.”Mike pressed on as he watched the two horny people across from him expl...re and stimulate each other’s crotch areas. Thankfully he could see that they were still listening to him, intently, as they groped each other, like they were two teenagers. “Well, from our investigation, it appears that some professional, sicko rapists have discovered the site and have been using it for the purpose of luring these cheating bimbos. That's her story in some pictures. she thought it was sexy to have your asschicks slapped around a bit. Kinky even. She felt kind of cool for that. But her roomate was in the room beside and she could hear everything. Not the cries of joy, but these of pain and humiliation. She never came that day. She never begged enough for it. She thought that keeping it was making her special.She wore that buttplug for 2 days straight. In work or in bed. It was small, manageable she thought. But time is. Then Vivian cleared her throat and I discovered her legs were equally spread. Teah had resumed talking about girl scouts. Nadia flapped her skirt audibly, then Vivian put my hand inside her thigh. A moment later, Nadia guided my hand between her legs as well.Now, I must tell you, I was a bit conflicted at that moment. I certainly wasn't in the habit of giving girls hand jobs, and I had no idea how my friends in the front seat would react if they figured out what I was doing. Which they probably. Charlene didn't know if it was from being watched or from Tommy’s long deep strokes, but whatever it was, she was racing toward orgasm on an incredible wave of pleasure. Eric’s mouth continued to hang open as grunts and moans filled the room.Charlene’s spasms drove Tommy over the edge. He continued ramming his cock into her as his sperm splashed against the walls of her pussy. Eric was pumping his own throbbing cock, thinking the orgasm he was witnessing, would never end. But it did. Tommy's.