Stacey walked over and pulled my cock out and asked me what I was doing, still keeping hold of my cock. At this time the two naked girls I was fucking...freaked out, thinking we were busted by my wife. I told them to calm down and go mix a few drinks. While they did, I explained my situation to Stacey. I explained how this was their punishment for trying to break into my house. Knowing mine and Staceys past, I knew she was down for some fun. Stacey called the girls back over and we all had a. I looked again down at the hem of my skirt now riding up my thighs, just two more delicate rows of flowers from my thong. I looked at the long pianist fingers with their perfect manicured nails, resting on the left trouser leg not centre meters away from my right thigh. I wondered what else they could play. I loved my body not from vanity, for my beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and not me. It was the sensual feelings from my skin, my nipples, and my own sexuality. Even hidden inside the. ..what the hell...? ˝, she protests, making the sounds that a mortally surprised person would make. Her mind goes through the reasons why would someone kill people out on the open. It has a hard time, as she is made to look in the killer's eyes. "Shut up. I’m gonna get off breaking you." Paul snarls at the woman, before pulling her in a wide arc through the air and slamming her head-first into the ground.After she lands, her body tumbles into a belly down position. Paul quickly sits on top of. ."Thinking, I did know which catsuit she meant, I had only just gotten it, and had modeled it for her on cam the other day, so she knew what it was like. But if it was a party, it might be a bit risque to show off all of it, so I added a pair of black latex briefs to the bag , the ones that had side zips to make them easy to remove, just in case.I went and showered, shaved and otherwise cleaned up, and headed to her house, to help her get ready for the night.She greeted me with a hug and a.