”I popped my mouth off her right nipple and, on my way to engulf the left, moaned, “Leave on the pantyhose.I engulfed her nipple.She shuddered and...dropped her skirt. It whisked down her legs to the floor. I shuddered at how that made my futa-dick throb. I nursed on her nipple, loving that she was now naked. Mostly. She had that pussy I wanted to devour. To feast on. My futa-cock ached to fuck her.I popped off my nub and moaned, “Bend over a desk. I want to fuck you from behind. I want to pound. Well, it isn't really my home now. It belongs to them. They were kissing and his cock was going in and out of her pussy. I thought it looked great. I can't believe how hot I was getting. I wanted so much to frig myself while I watched but I was ordered to kneel and watch so that is what I'm doing.I was thinking how much I wished I could get up and lick both master and mistress while they made love. I was almost excited enough to cum without stimulating myself just by watching them and the. I fought the desire to shoot into Sharji’s wringing cunt and with all my self-control, tried to concentrate on Sandra’s tit. I chewed lightly in the nipple and heard her sharp intake of breath.“Ow! That hurts! Don’t you dare bite me – just suck!” she commanded. But her words were drowned by a great shout from lower down the sofa and I realised that Sharji was climaxing heavily. The sensations coming from her cunt were quite beyond anything I could describe, but I knew that I had lost my. "We win, you pay us a grand each. You win and we're your slaves for the rest of the day!" Sue! What the hell are you saying?" Mandy interrupted."It's okay Mandy. Look, there's only ten minutes left and the Dukes are still well behind. We can't lose!"Mandy had been married to her gambling husband for nearly six years. If she had learned nothing else in that time, she had learned that there was no such thing as "can't lose", but the game was continuing and it did look like the Dukes had very.