Betty looked up and saw his dangling balls. She carefully reached up and touched the sac. She grasped his balls, moving them gently about with the for...finger of her right hand.Bud lowered his face slowly to her crotch, sticking out his tongue as he went. He brushed his broad tongue across the pubic hair above her clit, and then pushed his tongue down into the upper folds of her cunt. Betty lay still beneath him, the only indication of her rising excitement being that of the increase in her. This was way different then the old strap on. It felt real. Every touch, every squeeze moved her. Made her feel powerful. She wanted someone else to touch it, love it, adore it. More than that she needed to use it. Use it like it was meant to be used. She wanted to fuck something with it. Right now it didn't matter what. The only thing that mattered was putting the results of her efforts to the test.Just then the front door handle jiggled. “Real meat!” Christie headed boldly towards the door.. He then put duct tape over my mouth.Daddy Jake then kneeled down and put duct tape around my ankles and thighs.He went behind me, pull my hands back and put duct tape on my wrists and arms.He then grabbed the bottle of tequila, lifted my skirt and pour it on my ass.He started to kiss and lick my ass. Felt sooo good.He then went around, pulldown the top of my dress, and then my bra, and pour tequila on my breasts.He started to suck and nibble on them too.Daddy Jake kept jerking his cock while he. I informed her that I shifted to Surat four year back from Ahmadabad and came here to attend function in friend’s family. She was bit relaxed knowing that I am married and 27 years old. She also introduced herself. She, 26 married and her husband is working in Surat. She was in Mumbai for interview for job in company in its branch office at Surat. We reached Bus stand and we booked tickets with travel office for Surat bus. We finished our dinner too and we both were relaxed and started talking.