It didn't usually.I hadn't even noticed him taking out his cock.It had never felt this good.He thrust it in and out for a few minutes,still holding my...wrists out like a crucified Christ.My knickers were still in my mouth and my face was being pushed into the wall.I was very uncomfortable,and was being fucked roughly.I loved it.I tried to ask him to move to the bedroom or even the sofa.If he understood my muffled words he ignored them,and still remained silent,except for some grunting.He was. Then they made the decision to move closer. They walked up behind her and just stared at her open and wet pussy. They looked around and saw me filming but didn't say a word. They just stood there and stared. Then one of the sat down at the end of her feet and eyed her even closer. I kept filming and watching what would happen. The other five were laughing and they too sat down at the end of her feet. They would every now and then look back at me but they mostly kept looking my wife's wife. " I came straight from work," I said, beginning to grow impatient. "I should really be heading back if this is all today's meeting was for." I took a long look at my watch."Certainly, certainly." Principal Bickford nodded. "We'll have to set up a meeting for you two some other time. I do apologize for the trouble," he added.I waved off the apology, wanting to straighten out the matter as soon as possible. "Did... did Miss Palmer say when she was hoping to meet with me?" I stood, hoping to stave. I needed to be active. As soon as I could, I got back onto the schedule at nights on my regular shift. At some point I would get on the day shift, but I was still junior for that to be more than an oddity. I also got the brass to get me signed up for the Interpersonal Relations and Crisis Intervention training at the Academy as soon as I could be squeezed in. That was mostly a classroom and bookwork type of course, and relatively short. With any luck, I could nail that in the spring or early.