I could see her eyes getting wet and she promised to be in touch with me even after she quits her job. I tried supporting her and she was not able to ...nderstand why her husband was such a moron.She thanked me for being with her throughout her employment and kissed my cheeks. She insisted I join her for lunch on that weekend, as her husband and her in laws will not be at home. I reluctantly agreed her invitation, but inside I was so excited to go to her place and be with her. I was eagerly. Cindy groaned as she laid face down in her bed, atomic wedgie and all with her light pink teddy bear panties on her nose. "Well that was weird." She muffled out, taking her panties off her face when she knew it was safe. "Way too weird..." She thought to herself, pushing her panties back down her pajama pants. "Am I dreaming?" Cindy walked over to the mirror and pressed the microphone icon again; "No more acne on my face?" she said without any trace of confidence. Her face wasn't riddled with. Nevertheless, we all went inside. Once in the den, Paul brought in a chilled bottle of wine for after dinner drinks for himself and Darla, and he brought me a tall highball of Jack Daniels and branch water. Darla and I sat next to one another on the couch and Paul sat across the room in a recliner where he had a good view of us as Darla fondled my cock playfully while I massaged her clit. Darla said, “Paul, would you call Heather and ask her to join us? She’s told me that she enjoys. Please, help me. Help me! Lola cried out as she pulled at her restraints. The men laughed at her. One man walked up to her as he was playing with himself and came all over her face. Thats the only help youll be getting, Sugar. he smirked as he slapped his cock across her rosey cheeks smearing cum over her lips. John appeared with a white rag in his hand, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and covered her mouth and nose with the rag. As she drew deep breaths everything became hazy. When Lola.