" Good. Now let's eat."We ate while Lena and Tamara were admiring the watch."You have good taste in watches. Why don't you have one for yourself?" ask...d Tamara."I have several watches. The one I wear most of the time is one my mother brought me from Switzerland."I went upstairs with the girls to help them and we spent the rest of the evening organizing. I ended up going to bed while Tamara was still upstairs. I vaguely remember her snuggling up against me when she came to bed.Wednesday morning. She grinned at me and lowered them, but I knew she wasn’t done. True enough, the fabric was pressed against my pussy, and she began to push them inside me little by little. I tried to keep still, but the depravity of the moment overwhelmed my senses, and without wanting, I met each push with a forward movement of my hips. “Smile,” she ordered, and I held my fake, sweet expression while she pushed her soiled underwear into my dripping snatch. One final shove, and it was all the way inside, her. He wore a light tee shirt and loose pants and didn't appear to have anything on under either of them.He smiled - beautifully - as he got out of the car and approached me. "You must be Bunny."I raised an eyebrow at that. "No." No?" He looked confused. "Oh, uh, sorry. I guess my memory's not as good as I thought. You're not Baby, right?" Right." I agreed. I stepped back into the house and hit the intercom. "Baby, Bunny. Front door, now." I didn't like strangers using their pet names and I didn't. When he was done with her, Ana just slumped to the floor. She laid there exhausted and naked, still wearing her golden stiletto heels.After a few minutes she got up and tried to put her clothes on. But Freddie picked her up over his shoulder, saying that they were not done with her yet.Anita begged and pleaded that she was very sensitive and she had come three times; she needed a break.But both black men laughed at her.He carried Ana to another bedroom and threw her down on the bed. They used.