Hi, my name’s Susan Bailey. I used to worry about giving out my last name, but then I realized that there are like thirty of us on Facebook. So less...worried, now. About that, anyway. I’ve acquired a lot more to worry about recently.It’s been a while since I did one of these. However, since some of this next part takes place in my head, that Masked Person thought I should step in for a bit here. My usual procedure at this point is to explain who I am: that I’ve been the “permanent third” in the. Shelly and I used Lynda for pleasure and her pain all weekend. When we released her she rang her gang connected boyfriend threatening us. After she cried on the phone to him, he asked to speak to me."Your gonna get a beating when he get's here" she spat as she strutted off to the bathroom. About an hour later three big biker dudes stood in our lounge watching the video getting hornier as each scene of bondage and discipline played on the television."Look what they did to me " Lynda whinged. The. ’ She smiled and looked down at her plate. ‘You’re teasing me.’ ‘Uh-huh. But it really is good eats.’ She had fresh cut pears, and had made a small salad of greens and sliced almonds and canned tangerines, and had prepared a wild rice dish. It was very good, even the wine, but she only picked at hers. ‘Aren’t you hungry?’ ‘Oh, I’m ravished.’ When she realized what she’d said looked down again. My, my! Is that on your mind? Time to change the subject, to let you off the hook for now, to let you. BabyGirl and her swapped some oral but Baby Girl whispered in my ear that no one could lick her like Daddy and she craved my tongue on and in her once again.I was amazed at how prolific Baby Girl was with her squirting. She seemed to have no end to the flood as evidenced by the numerous paper towels used to swab the floor and couch. For the moment we were content to continue sucking, squirting and fucking. We did not tire of each other and enjoyed the attention we were getting from others..