Not letting go, I led her to the stairs, saying “You must see my room.”, which was actually our room. B****r began to follow, “You may join us i... one hour.”, I said to him, winking to let him know that I would turn on the camera so that he could watch. She followed me upstairs, reluctantly. Of course, me still having hold of her hand helped. In our room, I offered her a glass of wine, she was hesitant. I giggled, “It's not d**gged, if that's what you're thinking.”, and took a large drink. My knees rise and my feet press into the bedding as my hips rise from the surface as if they could encourage my fingers more. I have a fleeting glimpse of my lewd display a milli-second before my eyes roll up and my lids close. My three fingers are buried deep in my pussy as they drive in and out, lewdly and obscenely making a squishing sound through my over-wet hole. I curl the middle finger and probe, searching for that spot, that wonder spot until … OH GOD, YESSSSSSS … I hit my g-spot as. With the simple suggestions I practiced around the house,sitting, standing and walking. The mirror helped me see how my subtlemovements were so off base. After an hour I sat down and considered mynext move.I wanted to enjoy the evening weather so considered my options. Maybe astop at the new wine bar down in the Village center might give me someconfidence in my appearance and manner. After an hour the mirror justwas too biased. There was a little risk, someone might see through thedisguise. I. "Ahhh yes you are so good at this". He takes his cock out and puts a ball gag on me, then walks around behind me. I can feel his cock rubbing against my thigh as he works his way higher, using it to push my panties to one side. His big hands on my shoulders, he thrusts into me. The pain is intense and I scream into the ball gag"Fuck yes bitch, take it hard"After a few minutes of his pumping the pain subsides. Jon pulls out and walks around in front of me again, taking the ball gag out and.