Thirty times he had given her an orgasm and 126 times she had given him a blowjob. And apart from her birthday weekend, where she was allowed to lick ...is penis an hour after her orgasm, they only had the pleasure three times on the same day. Only when the full moon fell on Sunday was she allowed to thank him directly for her orgasm. Two days before her planned orgasm number 31, Richard had disappeared. One day before the night, where he would normally have unlocked her to let her unload her. At the same time, a cloying guilt choked her. She knew this was so wrong, but she wanted it, craved it. Benji chuckled darkly. “I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth. You aren't going to scream, are you?” Marissa shook her head as best she could, her dark eyes wide, trying to catch a glimpse of the man behind her. She felt more than saw the nod, then his hand was gone and she was dragging in huge gulps of air. Her relief was short lived. Benji gripped her wrists and brought them to her. Then, I slid my hand down inside the rear of the bikini panties she was wearing, closing my warm muscular palm over the smooth coolness of her naked flesh under my touch. As I stood there with my hand on Gina's naked skin, I felt her moving her hand in between us and she quickly had unfastened my belt, and my pants, pulling them down off my thighs towards my knees. She wanted my cock naked, ready for action, and mentally and physically I was more than ready to fuck her.I reached up between. From her vanity now she grabbed a few pins,stuffing some into her teeth and then held one end of the extension atthe base of his pony.Never at all did he expect this, as she pinned the end against the knotof his scrunchie and then began tightly winding it around his curls.It went around four times in all before she added pin after pin and thenanother clear scrunchie to help secure it. From her vanity she took onemore single blonde, straight strand, pinning it to the nub of the ponyand then.