I want to fist her pussy, Jamal. Darrian begged. Yall hold her My legs were forced apart and some lubricant was squirted all over my pussy and ass. My...puss was about eye level for them while they gathered around setting in the bar stools as Darrien lubed up his fist and arm. I cowered in terror because I was already so sore from their fucking earlier. Gyro had me primed but I didnt think this was what I wanted. Gyros fat prick was what I had had in mind, not Darrians arm. He started with just. This might take a while.”Marika picked up her briefcase along the way and sat in the recliner. She almost never sat there. I could see how nervous she was acting, so I asked, “How about a refill?”“Fine, but make it wine—I want to be clear headed.” I grabbed a beer for myself and poured her a glass of white wine. I handed her the drink and sat on the loveseat directly across from her,. "We are at the Kettle, a great family dining place,"So Ray, do my half-glasses turn you on?" YUP." Do you know why?" That Kate, I do know. The seriousness they depict, the patent black heels, the beaded neck chain, and most of all, the way the light of the room sparkles in them as they sit part down your nose or across those sweet blossoms." So, would you like to get back to what we were doing earlier, Ray?" Well, yes." Anything in particular?" Aha." Whet my sexual appetite." Well, I'd start. "Should we get undressed?" she asked. She was self-conscious, avoiding eye contact."I think we should. Definitely," I said, my brain operating on autopilot, having transferred all decision-making to the throbbing organ that was trying to poke a hole in my slacks. I helped Jenny slide her jacket off and finished with the buttons on her shirt. Whoa! Different bra than on the plane - pink to match the shirt with a little bit of lace and a center clasp, which I love. I popped the clasp and pushed.