'“I thought I saw somebody back here,” Cara began. “Who is this, and what are you doing?”“This is Jack, and have you never seen or given a b...ow job?” Kristy retorted.“I know what a blow job is, Kristy. My husband gets them from me frequently, thank you,” Cara responded smugly. “But what are you doing?” she stressed.“I’m having lunch with a friend,” Kirsty said sternly.Cara loosened up a bit. She stood about twelve feet away and crossed her arms, and pushed up her breasts through her blouse.. ”You feel safe in my care, but you knew coming in that I’d be there for you.“You two suck my tits and you get on your knees and lick my cunt.”They don’t need to be told twice. You part your legs a bit to give the guy easier access to your pussy. You let out an extended moan when all three are in position. This is so much better than you ever thought it would be. The three guys do not stray from their tasks. You’re enjoying this A LOT and after about 20 minutes you feel the orgasm. Make them naked and then dance for us. Let us see them bounce.” Her back was arched, her proud breasts thrust up high as she fought the urges in her brain. She refused to do such a thing! They would have to rape her, strip her body naked. She wouldn’t do it. She shivered as she felt fingers behind her back, fumbling with the catch of her bra, her hips gyrating wildly as she stood in place. Who was doing it? Looking down, her arms had disappeared out of sight behind her back, her. I hold him tighter and sob. It takes me a couple minutes to pull myself together. "Ok, ok." I hiccup between sniffles, "You wanna tell me what that was about?" Divine retribution." He whispers, "Hell and damnation."I look down at him but all I can see is the top of his head against my chest - I hate to admit it, but it feels really good holding him against me right now. "Dude, you don't need ta be punished by God." I run my fingers through his hair, which is a lot softer than Trina's braids,.