Yet, underneath it all,despite hating it, he loved the humiliation of it too. If only he couldget some relief... but then, did he really want any rel...ief anymore? He hadlived with the constant feeling of needing release for so long now thatit had become almost a part of him. Sometimes, he wondered if it was theonly thing that helped him get through the daily trials and humiliationsthat Mel put him through. Did he really want release? Damn yes!Mel saw him stop his endless rounds. . Her skin glowed with energy, muscles tight and rippling. Her long, pink hair was tied into a ponytail that flowed behind her like a banner.Ryan might have been interested to know that only one penis in the room didn’t stretch its jock strap at seeing her - and the person owning that cock was envious of her skin. How did she keep it so soft and smooth with all of her sweating on the court? But, since this story isn’t about which male in the room is gay, we’ll pass right on by that.“All right,”. The fun started there. At the angle that I was reclining I could comfortably pay attention to Fiona's tits while Fiona fucked me and the angle that she was sitting at allowed her to rise and fall on my cock while rubbing her clit against my groin. It was a perfect situation, helped out by Francine who spent her time whispering naughty things in my ear and running her fingers over my naked flesh and the flesh of her sister. We soon had a rhythm going. I latched onto Fiona's right breast and. The jeans were a body hugging affair. Deep blue stretchable jeans, it was so tight fitting that I felt it would need at least two to take it off. On a closer inspection I could not find a panty line which normally becomes visible in such outfits. May be she was wearing a no line panty. The top was exactly till the waistband of the jeans. This had a fantastic effect of showing her figure to the best advantage. She must have been 5′-4″ and at 125 – 130 pounds, she looked well rounded but not.