The arrangement was good for the voyeur in all of us. As I slid my cock into Christine Mark was already fucking Kat, his hands underneath her body mas...urbating her hard cock. Her face was a picture of joy and lust. I grasped one of Christine’s lovely fat nipples with one hand and felt for her clitoris with the other. She humped her arse rhythmically back at my impaling tool. Our fuck was long, slow and satisfying. The view of the other two helped of course. There was something beautiful. ”“Eli?” Analisa said his name, looking at the man she worshipped, as if she wasn’t sure what she’d just heard.“You have never before told me that you love me!” she cried and leaped at him.“It takes me a long time to say those words, Analisa, but I do love you.”“Oh Eli. I cannot tell you what is in my heart. I am so happy to hear those words. I will give you my best sketch ever and you will be even more proud you let me be your woman.”“Proud enough to give us a baby girl too?”“I would be so. ” “And? ….what did he do?” It was not only a single tear that ran down her cheeks, but like two rivers tears flowed out of her eyes. She visibly trembled. She tried to wrestle herself out of my arms. “Why are you so cruel? I hate you!” and she pounded my chest. “Let me go, you monster!” I did and she ran 20 feet away. Dropping on the sand, she held her tummy, silently crying. After a while she stopped and looked at me over her shoulder. I slowly approached her. I did not want to touch on the. She typed quickly, inconstant terror of what would happen if the other girl woke. With her'adjustments' completed, she paused. The mouse pointer hovering abovethe 'confirm' icon, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her addict'sneed warred with her submissive nature as she thought about thedifferences she was about to make. It was totally against everythingthat she held dear to make these changes, for her to assume this utterpower for even a second was terrifying, but the thought of what.