She bent over to show me she too had a butt plug in her ass. I noticed Jessicas tit had light bruises on them from where my husband was slapping her. ... too had bruises on my tits from Ron squeezing them.The day was quite uneventful. Breakfast, the hot tub where I didn't dare take my bottoms off. My husband Jack did ask me about the bruises on my tits. Don't worry, we just got a little physical. Nothing like you slapping Jessicas tit.Do you still want to fuck Ron tonight. If you want to fuck. Her encased fingers were just inches from the controls as they dangled behind her. She could feel the tingle of her orgasm lurking just around the corner. She needed to unleash it; to let it run rampant through her, but she was helpless to do so. She couldn?t get to the controls. The vibe coldly continued its low, pulsating humming torture. ?Ready?? Grant asked as he picked up her chain. Brandy nodded. She saw that Grant had dressed simply in a black pair of jeans, western boots. His hands were still holding tightly to my hips, digging into my bare flesh. He picked up speed, and then suddenly began to slow. “Ohhhhh! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” He jolted deep inside me, and I felt his warm seed spread and mix with my moist honey. It was thick. The pleasure was intense, but I wanted more than for him to just cum inside me. I quickly gripped his hands and brought them off my body. Turning around, I dropped to the floor and let him shoot another load towards my mouth. It. " Ever since you were looking at me in the lobby. When I ended my conference call, I was so wet and had to come talk to you to see if I could get you to fuck me." Well, we're getting there... patience!"I roll over so that she's on her back and one of my legs is between hers. Humping her thigh lightly through her sexy stocking, I start to masturbate her again, getting better access now that she can get her legs apart. I run my fingers over her firm, hairless labia, dipping in between to get some.