Above her she could feel exposed nails, yet, somehow, she had avoided being skewered on them. Susie was beginning to panic; she detested tight spaces,...she detested being in the dark, and she was beginning to detest this house. Slowly, to avoid any exposed nails or splinters, she began to inch her way towards what she thought would be the center of the house. She could detect a very gently rising of the roof above her head, which encouraged her to move forward a tiny bit faster with each. This time I started to squirt. The guy fingering my cunt fell to his knees and he sucked my pussy lips. I trembled violently, with my nipples and clit being pinched so hard. Then I felt four fingers in my cunt and two were way up my stretched anus.I had no need to open my eyes again as I was right where I wanted to be, amidst all these hot guys. The elevator’s bell sounded, informing us it had reached the top floor. Then I opened my eyes and saw about three black guys waiting to enter the. Like so much of the furniture in Anthony’s parent’s house, it was a heavy, traditional piece. Made of brown leather, now slightly cracking in places from use, with brass studs around the edges. It had big, round, firm arms. Maria faced the couch, and looked to Bianca for what she expected her to do next. “Bend over the arm of the couch and place your forearms and hands flat on the seat,” instructed Bianca. “Keep your feet flat on the floor.” Maria did as she was told. Again, she felt her. When my wife was talking she had his undivided attention. It was fun for me to steal a glance at him staring at her pussy, as much as he dared for fear of being caught. He surprised me by saying that, as it was getting late, he needed to get home. I was caught off guard, as he got up and started towards the door. “Hang on for a little while if you can,” I said “I need to ask you about that restaurant you were telling me about the other day.” “I’ll be right back,” I continued “I gotta go to.