He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her lower half towards himself. Her upper body slanted downwards and her arms bent unnaturally as the... chains on her wrist pulled back. His fingers found the waist of her shorts. She whined against his hand. “Shut the fuck up, Rich Bitch. You keep making those fucking noises and I’ll go get one of my boys to shove his cock down your throat to keep you quiet.” She wondered if he meant that or if he was bluffing. The way she saw it, he only did. Two or three times he did this before lowering his head and burying his face into my pussy. I had no idea where or what David was doing as I now had my eyes closed and was moaning slightly due to the expert pussy licking treatment I was getting from Simon.It wasn’t long before Simon pulled his face away from my pussy, spreading my legs as wide apart as he could. Moving himself forward he then slid his cock into my soaking wet pussy and started to pump away at a good rate. Once again I was in. On friday night two weeks ago I bumped into the two of them in a pub in Stirling, they were out to celebrate Jane's 60th birthday. I had just finished my work so I was still dressed in my manky working clothes, so after having a quick pint and a chat with them I left to go home, Elaine had mentioned what pubs they were heading to later and suggested I come back after getting washed and changed, I really could not be bothered but with the possible chance of getting my hole and it was my. He simply did not believe the nurse's report and ordered that Alonzo be brought in for a complete work up that included an extensive round of X-rays. The test results were absolutely amazing. Alonzo's lung was virtually healed, and there was no scar tissue to show the former damage. Even the scars on his chest from the incisions and the shrapnel wound were beginning to fade. In other words, Alonzo was a miracle in progress. The doctor predicted that he would be completely well within five weeks.