“Just in case someone wants to fuck your boibitch pussy, you might want it clean so you aren’t licking up your own dirt,” she’d explained.Then...it was back to the room with the bondage gear, and she asked, “What do you want Calienté?”Cal was tired, he hurt and only the fact that he felt almost full after days of living on one meager meal a day kept what had been force fed to him down. “I want to go home.”“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII” Cal shrieked and found himself on his knees. The cattle prod that Gina. Petersen, you really know how to make a girl feel so feminine, mmmmmmmm, you do that so well, make little Becky’s pussy all better!!!’ In all his years of teaching senior math, he had fantasized about this very moment, and for once, the actual event was even better than the fantasy, and little Becky had a very sweet and innocent pussy that was just begging to be sucked!!! After taking a few more minutes of his oral servitude, Becky asked shyly, ‘Mr. Petersen, c-could you please take out your. “I’m fine just… give me a minute, sorry,” she managed, breathlessly, as I began to withdrawn and then push my hips again, shoving even further into her.I began to rhythmically fuck her, bent over the desk, half dressed but exposed enough to be taken roughly by her employee while she spoke to her corporate bosses.The Americans, somewhat bemused moved on, “Okay, uuhh, we’ll give her a minute… Sounds painful. David, you wanna answer first?”While they ‘gave her a minute’, I gave her every inch of. It was Friday and I had to work, but planned on getting off work early to meet them. Well my buddy called when he got into town and my wife was home, but unfortunately I wasn't able to leave my job right away. They arrived at my home and my wife greeted them and made them feel at home. We were planning on barbequeing and swimming later that evening. My wife got them all situated and told them they would be sleeping in my oldest son's room, since he was away at a friends for the weekend. My wife.