Immediately, many, many kinky erotic thoughts went too my head.I had too get into that basket, too determine if her scent of pleaure was the scent tha... I sensed was in the air earlier.Meanwhile I pulled in the parking lot fully erect precum present from the constant caressing of my engorged BBC.So as we parked im thinking up a plan of attack. I got out she stayed in, I asked whats wrong? she said im embarrassed and nervous. I said dont be. If you like give your roomie my address let her know. My hands cuffed together behind my back, I was led from the bedroom back to the living room. There on the sofa was Miss Stephanie, and on the TV was me being fucked! She had watched the whole thing! As she stood and walked towards me I attempted a curtsey, but failed miserably. "My my" she spoke in her stern english voice "You are a cock slut aren't you" and I managed a "Yes Miss" in reply. The 4 of us sat down in living room, my video playing silently on the TV. "Now Sarah, the guys have. First you gotta get down on your knees... GO ON!..." I slowly got down on my knees on the cold hard tiled floor and while I was busy kneeling down he came closer to me until he was standing right in front of me. I looked up at him as I watched him reaching down for his pants with both his hands, when suddenly I saw him fumbling with the belt holding up his khaki unniform pants, impatiently trying to unhinge his belt buckle.Zack finally managed to loosen his belt as he unzipped his pants and he. Ryan's hands continued to move upward against the muscles in her lower thighs. Fingers traced alternately over the sheet, touching lightly, then firmly. Fingers rolling under her hands slowly as he grabbed handfuls of her desire. Ryan's nails lightly scratched against her softness. Ryan was in her, entranced, Ilea's reactions to his touch. A symphony of ecstasy; her body was the choir, the strings, the combined beating of their hearts offering an increasing rhythm of synchronized percussion..