"I'm Martin by the way." Well hello Martin, and thanks for the coffee. I didn't get a chance to refill my thermos," I said."Nada, so how you liking ou... little coal mine," he said."Well I have done worse things to stay alive," I said playing along. Martin wanted to be a tough guy, I decided instantly. Sometimes I did that and was very wrong but most of the time I pegged them pretty good. It might have been because he looked like a gym rat that I thought that as well."So what you do when you. Followed by another text from her “ Have you cum yet?” I reply, "lol, nope...just not finding anything here tonight that’ll get the job done". We had previously shared some graphic, but tasteful pictures of each other, so this wasn’t something new or unexpected for either. But worth noting, among all the pics I’d shared with her, she quickly took an interest in any pics of my cumshots..as she had commented “OMG, that’s a lot of cum!..very nice” I guess they must be above an “average” size?. She pushed me down, hands on my shoulders, until I let out a soft ache filled cry as the two phallic probes penetrated me for the third time that day. Sara lifted my ankles and made me kneel on the padded ledges as she clipped my ankle cuffs to the stool. Then the waist strap went across my thighs and I was once more locked into place, held for punishment and pleasure, torment and ecstasy. Robert and Kari brought in the pizza and my mouth watered. It was after seven o’clock and I was. " I am so smooth sometimes.She smiled coyly, got up from the couch and headed over to the stereo. She picked out a Bryan Ferry CD, slipped it into the changer, turned seductively as the music started and said, "I'll show you my talent, Andy. Sit back, loosen your seatbelt and relax."Linda closed her eyes and began to sway to the music. Her hips ground slowly to the beat as she turned and moved her hips in a back and forth motion. Her hands began to follow the contours of her body as she stuck.