"Fine," she said, "but then after I might want something tastier."The rest, as they say, is history. We ended up chatting at the bar most of the night... while people drank, partied and fucked around us. We shared similar interests in movies, music and TV and happily debated the finer points of sci-fi universes, British versus US punk music and sexual positions. In the end, we only lightly made out in the bar, my hand down the front of her jeans playing with her wet, shaved pussy as she leaned. Gayle caught her breath and clocked Sam right in the stomach, but the big woman shrugged it off. ‘You always did punch like a girl, even when you were Gaylord. I never knew what I saw in you, you pathetic weak ass little bitch,’ Sam replied, her gloved hand slapping Gayle’s face, causing her nose to bleed and her left eye to blacken. Gayle’s hands went to her face, and then lay there, as Sam rained blows on her. Her punches were strong, powerful things that battered Gayle’s face, splitting her. [Place of Editing]“I can’t stop you. I’m yours. We’re both at your mercy,” the beautiful brunette said. “But I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at face value. Killing us is only one ‘distinct possibility.’ Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you.” She gave him a curious look, a challenging look, and it had the desired effect. Kray drew back, cocking his head. His masked face seemed to distort again, as if he was frowning. As he said this she forced him into a sitting position on the sofa. As soon as he was sat down she straddled him, sliding his cock straight into her pussy and moaning with pleasure as it filled her. She rode him for a minute or two whilst taking it in turn to suck the other two of us who were stood either side. I could have easily cum again as she did but I wanted to fuck her arse-my cum would be better used to fill her arsehole with even more cum. I made my way behind her as my friend made his.