Thinking of it will make me hurry them, and I might lose the sale. I'll be as quick as I can, without ruining it. Maybe making you wait, will make you... prick harder, for me. I'll have to screw you harder, to make it go down. Maybe, I'll think of something to do, we didn't do last time."To Sean, sitting in the car, the hour that passed while his mother showed the house, seemed a week. His dick throbbed, and tried to burst through his jeans. Finally he pulled down his zipper, took out his prick. He then pulled on a pair of thin latex surgical gloves, light blue. Next he pushed down the top lever on a bottle of Isabel Fey water-based lubricant.Wexler glanced at me briefly, looked down between my thighs, back into my eyes. As he slathered that stainless steel rod generously with the gel.I now understood his methodology. He had zapped my nipples with a low-level dose, maybe two or three or four on that dial. For the briefest possible time. Now he would do my vagina. Then Wexler would go. She moved them up towards me as I lent down. Holding her nipples in my mouth sucking and nibbling on then as, my cock thruster inside her, made her moan loud. Her nails dug into my hands as she came close to cumming again, her head moved forward and she clamped her teeth into my shoulder, to try suppress her moans. I let go of her tits and carried on kissing down her body to her stomach, then back up to her other tit, she couldn't control herself and came again and then again in a matter of. A girl that would never be seen in anything but expensive designer clothes was now wearing nothing but a thick necklace. Wait, no, a dog collar!?Just then Marty began to breathe heavier and setting his beer on the cooler, took Katie’s thick wavy hair in both hands and forced her lips to his groin. He let out a loud low groan and held her face balls deep. Katie’s eyes bulged as he held her there motionless. John wondered how she could breathe. Finally Marty sighed and slowly released his grip on.