Opened my mouth and probed it. Ran his hands across my stomach. Spread my ass cheeks. Pulled my pussy lips apart and started probing my pussy with his...fingers. “Mr. Savage has been good enough to show me the pictures of your internal exams. So I know exactly what you look like inside. How many times have you been fucked today?” I had to think for a moment. “Twice vaginally and three times anally Sir.” He pushed his finger in deeper. “Oh to be young, you are still so tight. I am going to fuck. Jenny put her hand to her head. She had not been counting how many glasses she had downed of that punch bowl drink promoted as a ‘Magic Potion’. Magic, or just good vodka, it tasted great and went down like water, but it was putting Jenny in a state of mind that was getting a little dangerous. But the party was so much fun, she decided. Getting a little buzz on was no big deal. During a lull in a conversation with Marti, the buxom Monica Lewinsky, and Nordic-looking Pussy Galore, Jenny excused. She clenched her internal muscles trying to feel every millimeter of the long hot probe that rubbed something deep within her so pleasurably that she knew she was as addicted to riding Hammer’s cock as she might have been to the street drugs that she knew were widely and easily available in the neighborhood where she lived and worked. But she didn’t care. She would suck Hammer’s cock until it was harder than Chinese arithmetic and then ride it as often as he wanted her to do it. Perhaps, she. I sucked a little harder and rubbed my fingers over her hole. She was really wet and my right hand was covered in her juices. Liss’s moans were getting louder and louder and I inserted a finger into her pussy. There was a sharp intake of breath and thrust against my face. I inserted a second finger into her and felt her tight pussy expand. I moved my fingers in and out of her sucking on her clit, feeling the juices run down my hand, listening to her moan. “UHHH it feels soooo goood,” she said..