Third hand I lost and I said that's the game, gentlemen, and he protested "why"?!? I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down and off and said "cuz I've...nothing else to lose." You reached over and cupped one tit w/your hand and pinched my nipple and said "but maybe we could compromise." Winner of next hand -- if it was one of you two -- could fondle my tits for 1 min. while other kept "time". And we'd progress as follows:- then fondle tits and kiss me -- 2 min.- fondle tits, kiss me, insert. His weakness was only pissing me off more.“I’m so sorry.”“Sorry, sorry! Screw you. I needed you this week and you hid from me.”“Sorry,” he muttered.“Is that all you can say. Do you hate me? Do I disgust you?”“Uhh.”“Answer me! Do you hate me because a monster attacked me? Because it took its pleasure from me. Do you hate me because I enjoyed it?” Where did that come from? Did I really enjoy it? Is that why I’ve been so confused. Confused that I enjoyed it and I shouldn’t have. Exhausted I. I pointed to my cock and said he could drink my piss. At first he said no, then I reminded him that he had to do what ever I told him to do, and that this would be the only liquid he would drink for the day. He raised his face up and took my cock in his mouth. I let the piss flow, which was a lot. He drank it down and didn’t waste a drop. My cock was still rock hard after I finished pissing. I told him I had more for him to drink down his throat. He looked surprised when I started shoving my. Next he grabbed her ass and using his strong legs he lifted her down on his cock and then she assisted him by ramming her hips onto his cock, fucking it the way she did on the beach but with a sense of urgency. He was moaning Gaynor she told him to shut up and then kissed him, both of them were kissing, doing about 100 repetitions within 2 minutes of her riding his cock. Her pussy was now tightening around his cock, it was the moment before she came, as her muscles contracted and tightened.