Though she looked down to block the sight, the scent of the subdued female’s heat was heavy in her nose. The brute who fucked her was pressing her h...ead against the table, holding her ankle up in the air to spread her wide for him.Nova wished she could close her ears, the lewd squelching of his knot in that well used hole and those primal moans causing her to feel warm despite knowing no part of that woman was wanting it. The jingling came from a bell attached to her clitoral ring.“Oh, hey,. Pushing my fingers in and out, as you move your hand onto the crotch of my pants.You move your hand onto the crotch of my pants, I can feel you tracing the outline of my throbbing member inside. I loosen my belt and undo my pants to expose my hard cock. You rub your hand over it, cupping my balls and circling and tickling the head of my cock with your fingers. You grip my shaft tight as I draw in a deep breath from the pleasure. You start rubbing your hand up and down my cock, kissing me faster. “I…I…” Cheryl was stammering and blushing, she looked away for a few seconds. “I just want to be fair, is all.” She explained, lamely. I was enjoying this side-topic…a chance to get back at her for some of the repeated rejections I had suffered when approaching her for sex over the past months. But I soon tired of that little game. This was shaping up to be the fulfillment of one of my most commonly recurring fantasies and I didn’t want to screw it up over what Cheryl might consider to be petty. That’s why I invited Susan along with us, I thought you would feel more comfortable with a friendly face.”“Well, Katherine, I guess you could say I avoided being one on one with you. It wasn’t personal, it’s just that I don’t get along with my own mother. Every time we’re alone, we fight,” I responded.“I understand, your mother can be a difficult woman,” Katherine responded.“You know my mother,” I asked.“Yes, dear, your mother and I used to be friends. Angus and John are still good friends, but.