” I kept watching. He laid her on the bed and started licking her pussy. She was moaning and begging for him to do it more. I started getting turned... on, even though I was pissed. He started rubbing my pussy through my panties. “See what a little whore you are? You are getting hot watching me fuck your own sister.” Soon he was fucking her hard, it was the most erotic and painful experience I have ever had. Watching the love of my life fuck my pretty sister. He fingered my pussy until I was. The door had a buzzer so I always heard when someone was coming in or leaving. I went about my business and actually walked the halls a couple times in just my pantyhose and shirt. I was kinda hoping the guy working would come give me his cock. Then either the bell didn't work or I didn't hear it but when I went to change booths I realized I was no longer the only person in the place. The leather guy was standing up at the counter talking with the guy that worked there and sure as shit he saw. He stills once he is thrust to the hilt inside of you, giving you both an opportunity to breathe and adjust, and for a moment there is nothing, just sensation and relief and the wholeness you can never get used to. But then he hisses, strain written into his shoulders as he tries not to move until you are ready, and you turn your head to find his lips with your own. The kiss is barely more than a tentative brush because then he is moving, your back grinding against the shelves with each drawn. He grabs her by the wrists and she flinches, his tight grip in such a fragile area makes her feel sick. He knows she hates her wrists being looked at, never mind touched, but he doesnt care. She is there for his pleasure, her comfort is not his priority. Her hands are stretched above her head and secured with rope, to the point where she is on her tiptoes. He walks around her, looking at her exposed body. What shall he play with first? Her tits are aching for him to maul them, but then her.