Fingers entwined in my hair, once gripping, now stroking as I continue to suck, kiss and worship his dick. I moved back and began to stand, only to be...grabbed and twisted over. “Where do you think you are going bitch?” What? He bent me over and yanked my dress up, pulling my soaked panties down to my ankles and began to finger me. “Did you think I was done with you?” he asked. Who is this guy? Where is my quiet, reserved boyfriend? What am I thinking? Why am I even thinking of complaining? He. "But Mary it is a bet and you can't roll all over the bed like that" I said, trying to smoothen my way into tying her up. "So, what do you want?'' I saw she was so hooked up with the bet that she will agree. "I am thinking of tying you down to the bed" I said. She backed out a bit but hesitantly agreed, "Only if you go first" she said. "Alright you are on" I couldn't believe my ears, and instantly prostrated my self on the bed and spread-eagled my body. She went to her closet and brought some. The house was large and imposing, made of dark brick with windows covered with ornate wrought iron bars. I felt even smaller and more vulnerable as I made my way up the cobblestone walkway. I lifted the doorknocker and let it fall with a loud thud, making me take a few steps back, anticipating what was to come. The door opened slowly and there they stood, with slow easy smiles on their faces, as though their prey had just arrived at their lair. Conrad was an imposing man at just over six feet. ?My, my, my, you areenjoying this aren?t you? I haven?t seen a woman squirt that much since thelast time I played with my wife.? And his fingers kept at it. He was an artist.His fingers alternated between her lips, siding deeper into her pussy, andrubbing her clit. He seemed to have the knack for bring her to the very edge,hold her there for a while, then slow down just enough to keep her fromcumming. ?Please, I need to cum.? She pleaded. ?What did you say?? ?Please, I want to cum.? The.