He was wet with sweat and asked if I minded if he took his shirt off. I shook my head no as he slowly peeled his wet t-shirt over his head, revealing ... lightly-furred, deeply-muscled torso with a delicious, dark, happy-trail diving into his button-fly jeans…. It looked like he was getting erect.My mouth watered as he sauntered over to take the Gatorade. Ben posed and flexed, slowly running his fingers through his damp, dark, and curly hair, letting me admire his muscled physique. His other. Cynthia's merciless heels dug into the flesh of my cock and stomach and chest over and over. I was almost relieved when Donna took her turn on me. At least she was barefoot, although I practically lost my breath every time she moved onto my belly.Cynthia laughed at my agony, standing over my head and pushing the panties deeper into my mouth with her four-inch heel. "Suck my piss up, you little fucker!" The dance got more intense as they laughed and held onto each other's shoulders for balance.. I went out to Rachel to get my tickets and give her my itinerary and make sure she knows what she has to do to cover the office tomorrow. My salesman all have to record their sales figures with her and she dumps them into a spread sheet (she called it her weekly's) so we can order shoe parts and coordinate with the factory. Once I'm ready to go I decide to stop and say hello to Mary and tell her I'll be out on Friday and if Rachel needs her she's my emergency valve.Just as I'm turning the. Shooting forward he went for her legs. Even as he started to pick her up she gave him a vicious right hook. Both of them went down slamming onto the mat as Patrick was stunned. Striking with a flurry of forearm shots she forced him to cover up hiding his face. The headgear softened the blows but they still stung. Shifting her hips she leg pressed him off with a mighty heave.Sprawling Patrick came back to his feet at the same time Carm did. Grappling with him she tied up his hands bringing.