Full of love for you, Nancy." Should I just hold... hold your cock, sir?"She reached down and pulled both hands along the sides of the stalk, moving t...em up and down, then curling her red-nailed fingers around his porky prick."Ah, yeahhh!" Mr. Milton sighed."And just kinda squeeze on it like this, sir?" Yes, yes, squeeze on it like that, Nancy! That's the way, girl!" Jeez, it's shootin' out more of that cream stuff, sir!" Push in and out on it!" he huffed."Like this?" Nancy asked, getting an. She stayed silent but I could feel her body tense with an approaching orgasm. Bringing out my inner-caveman, I grabbed her hips tight and thrust roughly all the way into her. She arched her back as she silently came, tendons standing out in her neck with the effort not to make a sound. Good girl. I slid out of her and released her hips. “Time’s up, Mandy,” I said. “Well, I’d guess it was a Strap-On, but I didn’t know we had one. So I’m going to go with the mystery-man … James Bond,” she sighed.. Not a word was spared, and her need didn't require words to express it. Just raw instinct.Though it was really only two dozen minutes, the time Irea spent impaled on that pillar felt like an eternity, her neglected pussy dripping with needy juices as her hands strained against the ropes that held her in place. Her unnamed partner's soft sounds grew more feverish and her hand trembled as it gripped the rough surface of one of Irea's horns, growing to a crescendo of pleasure as she rolled her. This time Nicole actually let Mary talk, and she disclosed the story of her and Bret, how they had met, how he had been so perfect; and how great the sex was, but now was gone…forever, then she broke down and cried. Nicole went to the sofa where Mary was sitting and sat by her pulling Mary’s head onto her shoulder to console her grief. They sat quietly for minutes that turned too much more as Mary finally calmed and regained her composure. She turned her head to look up into Nicole’s.