The steel handcuffs kept her hands exactly where they were and her smooth buttocks remained unprotected, ready for the next strike. The folded belt f...lew through the electrically charged air, and without warning struck her cheeks a second time. Although it seemed harder than the first strike, Sally was determined not to cry out again. ‘If that’s the best you can do,’ she thought, biting her bottom lip, ‘then fuck you!’ She guessed correctly that his real enjoyment was seeing her squirm, and. Only, he spewed out his semen inside my hole. It felt so warm and so good, it also felt so easy for me to push him all the more deeper inside me since he was still hard as a pole. I got his cock so deeper in me after all that juice he spilled inside me, and I began moving my ass up and down on his tool, making him stay hard, this time, letting me do the work. After another 10 minutes, I made him come a second time, still making his cock throb a lot from all that come he needed to shoot out of. Next to Tommy was his enforcer Jimmy Rice, who was called Sarge. He said he’d been a Master Sergeant in the Army during Desert Storm. I think the closest Jimmy ever got to being an NCO was working at the NCO club as a bus boy. Although he was so big I thought he might have been a tank. Where Tommy dressed up in what he thought of high fashion, Rice wore a chambray work shirt unbuttoned down to below his massive chest and a pair of Army BDU black pants similar to what the Seals wear. He did. He made me hornier when he squeezed my ass. My lip was hanging when we looked at each other."Should we get out of here?" asked Trent.I nodded. We went to his place. I shook my head when he offered me a drink. The only thing I wanted was sex. We smooched before we went to his bedroom.When he slipped the cocktail dress off me, I grabbed his dick over his pants. It was bulging. I unzipped his pants and got on my knees before pulling down his jocks and sucking his dick. The wait was worth it.I.