Paul was at home and in my absence he managed to make some sandwiches for him. I couldn’t pack him lunch this morning because I was feeling sick and...went to work a little late. I picked up my handbag and headed to my bedroom. I crossed Paul’s room. The door of his room was opened and something caught my eyes. I stopped, took a step back and looked inside Paul’s room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his shorts down to his ankles and he was masturbating. His one hand was wrapped around. I put my ladder up. Climbed the steps in such a way that my crutch was facing directly towards her. Now this is the trick, you want her directly under the ladder. “Miss would you mind passing me up that screw driver that’s just sitting on top of my bag” I asked her. She grudgingly got up from her bed and came across, passing me the screw driver, making her look up. With the wide legs of these shorts and the fact that I wear not underpants, all she could see is a very fat cock, just what a. . oh... oh," Allison gasped as her body began to convulse in pleasure. Her hips pushed up at the probing tongue and then back down at the squeezing fingers as if she couldn't decide which one she wanted most. Her climax came on like a tidal wave, rippling through her body from head to toe. Chris held on to her breast and clit as her body gyrated beneath him. Her jerking movement made it was almost impossible to keep his tongue inside her hole. However, it didn't seem to matter anymore to her;. The taller of the two men sat down with his back against the wall and pulled Lilith until she was leaning back against the man’s chest, her ass settled between his outstretched legs. Both his arms rapped securely around her chest, taking the time to squeeze her perky tits. The other man knelt in front of her, forcibly spreading her legs apart and preparing to insert the phallic nozzle into her cunt. “Oh god, no, please, don’t,” Lilith begged in desperation as she began to realize what was about.