I said, “I’m concerned about crossing the Mississippi River. There won’t be many spots and there won’t be any away from people. We need to get...there soon because that’s going to a bottleneck.” I took a sip of coffee. “Let’s pick out a route and get moving. I will breathe a little easier once we’re over that river. Then, we can map a route that avoids Birmingham and gets us to the house. Misty, we don’t have to go through Atlanta to get to my place. We can then figure things out.” Misty. He urgently shuffled in behind her, gripping his cock. He rubbed his bulging head onto her wet lips and slowly pushed in. Emma gasped with excitement as his young hard length entered her. She reached back with her hand and gripped his arse, pulling him in closer. She wanted all of his cock inside. “Holy shit, you’re so wet. You’re so tight. This feels amazing!” said Charlie, slowly fucking her pussy. “You haven’t got long Charlie, you’re gonna have to give it to her hard,” interrupted John. . ”I punched him in the chest.“Don’t call me that,” I grumbled.“It’s been over a year now and I still don’t have the right to give you a nickname?”“I don’t like nicknames.”“And I don’t like Mondays, yet here we are.”I snorted, but it was replaced a moment later with a groan. “I should be at work,” I complained. “I can’t keep slacking off like this.”“Slacking off? Celine, that company runs just fine because of you. Give your employees some credit. They know what they’re doing.”“Really? That’s why. People love bondage these days.”Essence shifted. “Really?”“Once I tie you up, every woman in America will want to be in your place,” I said, so aware of the cameraman filming us.Essence shuddered, her big, fake titties swaying before me. She nodded her head, her eyes gleaming with delight. “Fine. I'll do it.”“Don't sound like such a martyr,” Vikki said as she fingered her shaved cunt, her labia thick and long. “There has to be a way to market this, Becky. Your own brand of bondage rope, maybe?.