My testicles took another hard blow, sickeningly doubling me up. I could barely resist as my arms went around my aching stomach such was my testicular...trauma. I was beaten and exhausted and surrendered and let them prod me at will. Each bite of their crop hardly registered visibly to them now, as I only slightly jerked, the pain was as biting as ever but I just didn't have the energy to react anymore."Oh, he's no fun anymore," frustratingly sighed my cock poking mistress."You're right, I think. " Amy said, even as Ron's fingers began tracing up and down the lips of her pussy. "She is about ready to hand them to me, when she notices the stains across the front and asked me what I got all over my shirt." "Mmmm, that really is starting to feel good." Amy cooed in reaction to Ron's ever active fingers. "Don't stop with the story now, we are almost to the top" Ron said as his index finger began to probe slightly past her moistening opening. "I'll try, but you make it hard to keep my train. Mick raised himself up on his arms; Ang looked down between their lubricated bodies and saw the head of her husband’s cock poised between her thighs. Feeding her hand through between them Ang gripped Mick's shaft and guided it into her wet hole. Mick pushed his entire 7" length into Angie's pussy until his balls pushed hard up against her ass.“Oh God, Yes, Fuck me!” Ang screamed as she felt his stiffness impale her.Ang held on to Mick’s ass pulling him deep into her body as he began to fuck her. I thanked her and told her to let me know when she made it back to her place safely. After closing the door I took a close inspection of the tiny piece of fabric that I had been handed. She must have been pretty turned on because it smelled of her. The tiny scrap of material had a small rose on it and I decided right there that from now on I would call her pussy a rose in all of our dares. I went back to the football game while I put the string in my pocket for later. I had decided it was to.