To my disappointment the frotteur didn’t complain or insist that the tool was returned to my grasp but began to enjoy what appeared an expert assaul... by the girl who seemed not to have eaten in a week.If I thought that my part was over, the hand pushing my thighs apart and insistent fingers clawing at my panties seeking out my pussy renewed my interest. Looking up from the girl's head bobbing vigorously back and forth my eyes met those of the guy still pressed to me, they told me nothing but. Now be a good little slut and relax for me will you?"Relax? How was I supposed to do that when I was about to get my ass stuffed like a cheap little slut? But I realized she was right, my dick was rock hard, and while I thought about that a wave of euphoria washed over me as she slid her slick, lubed hand up and down my hardon. I gasped into the panties in my mouth, my eyes unfocused and all thoughts of resisting fled from my mind. At first I didn't even notice the lubed finger that wormed its. After that, they had placed me in bondage, my eyes blindfolded and my mouth covered by a piece of cloth. My dress was tumbled down around my shoulders, baring my graceful ass cheeks…And that black guy Tommy was furious…. Because my husband was not answering his phone.Drawing off his leather belt, Tommy was about to whip me, and he ordered one of his mates to hold my shoulders down. But then he had a better idea.The sudden touch of his strong hands on my buttocks made my whole body jerk. Soon I. Using her architectural skills, she had been able to reduce the wall between the two balconies to a simple, elegant arch. She had decorated the rooms with Moroccan rugs, colorful textiles and with paintings, books and prints she loved.As soon as she was in the door, she pulled her dress over her head, going naked through the rooms. When she went to open the sliding doors to the balcony there was a burly orange cat sitting on the railing, watching her with stony disdain."You!" she chuckled. "I.