Whereas moments before she'd cum from her assertive pushing back, now she was trapped with nowhere to go. More precisely, her hole couldn't get away f...om the prick fucking it.Jenny realized that she'd be forced to cum at least again, maybe more even. Her king had slowed as he'd trapped her, bringing his hands up to her shoulders and finding new grips with which to pound her.She looked up and saw herself in the mirror again, her jaw dropped open as she breathed heavy with sexual arousal, her. I raised my eyebrows.Seeing my discomfort Jenny used her fingers to indicate asmile and winked at me. She fetched the dress and arrangingit on the floor, invited me to step into its ring. Shemoved my arms above my head, then bending down she pulledthe dress up over my tightly constricted waist and bulgingbust. There were no straps for my shoulders. She pulled upthe zip on each side making the dress conform to my nowcurvaceous figure. I looked down and realized that whilstthe strapless dress did. I pulled my shirt over my head and looked down to see him staring at my crotch. He leaned towards me and asked if he could take my shorts off for me. I smiled and told him he could. He slid my shorts down to the floor and I stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side of the room. As he was reaching back up to remove my underwear he gave my cock a few quick strokes. Finally his fingers took hold of my underwear, pulled the elastic band forward and slowly removed them. My cock sprung out. “Hello, this is Karen.”It was another call from the bank and was the same woman who had called her before! Karen said, “Miz Thompson, why are you calling? We just addressed this situation a moment ago.” She flipped it to speaker.“My manager, Mister Morris, insisted that I call you back.”I said, “I just got off the phone with Mister Morris. Does the bank have more than one?”“Who are you, Sir?”“I am Brad Gillis, Karen’s husband. Answer my question.”“Uh. He’s the only one to my knowledge.”I said,.