She opened her bag, removed her mobile phone and phoned her mother, asking her to come pick her up.Returning to Alison's room she quickly dressed and ...ugged her friend, whispering that she needed to go to get ready for father's funeral today. She sensed Alison clinging to her, as if she wanted to open up, and she pulled back to look at her face. The moment passed and Alison buried her head in her shoulder.She stuffed her belongings into her bag and got ready to leave. Zoe knew something was. Considering how fast Ted was jerking his gorgeous cock, she knew he must be getting close as well. She wanted to be right there with him.The hot itch behind her mound grew with every passing moment. Even the fraction of a second necessary to dip her fingers into her abundant wetness felt like an eternity. Debbie masturbated with a fervor she hadn’t experienced in years, soaring toward a crescendo.Ted pointed his erection toward his chest, snatched up something from the ground next to him,. I leaned forward, grabbed his arm, and shrieked, "Aaahhhh Yesss, do it! FIST ME!!"He felt the magic of the moment, my vulva spreading right around his hand. He could feel me milking it, slowly. She knew exactly what she was doing, even better than me! The sensation around my knuckles was incredible. So tight, so hot, as each ripple of her inner flesh clearly transmitted through my skin. He didn't stop until he was wrist deep inside her. I let go of his arm and rested back on my elbows, as my. "Only if we take our slave and make her keep her eggs in, we could have great fun in the pub." "Yes ok, it could be fun."They allow me to put some clothes on, but to keep the eggs in. When we get in there they walk to a table that is only big enough for two. "Right slave, you are allowed one drink, but you can go to the bar and get ours. You are allowed no food; if we leave any then we will order a doggy bag, which you can take home with us to put in your bowl. As there are only two places here.