“How was that?” he asked, smiling with satisfaction and releasing his firm hold on Dana’s hips.The redhead groaned as she tipped over to the sid...e and sprawled on the bed. “I love it when you turbo-fuck me ... it’s like getting pounded by an industrial jackhammer!”Rachel wasn’t able to respond, the brunette lying sprawled comatose across his chest.“She’s out, handsome,” Alyssa said with pride. “Pleasure overload.”John gently rolled Rachel off his chest and onto the bed next to Dana. The. I made sure that most of them got a good look at my pussy again and some of them got a bit of a grope of it as well. Whilst I was stood at one table with a hand sliding up my inner thigh, one of the guys asked me if I’d be free to go and work behind the bar at their rugby club.“Not on a Friday or Saturday” I replied, “that’s when I work here and I’m enjoying it too much to stop.”“A Thursday would be good for us.” Another of the guys said.“Well it all depends on a few things, firstly what. Gabriel laughed. "I'm sorry, I had a hell of a time getting her. Traffic was awful even this time of night believe it or not."Amber shrugged. "It's ok. Here have a seat; I've made some coffee if you care for some. Along with... now don't laugh... some coffee cake that I made all by myself."Gabriel had to smile. "Oh? You bake?" Not really. I've made it only a few times. One of the very few things my mother taught me to make."Gabriel took a seat as Amber began to pour the coffee. "Tell me about. We should discuss something else: about you, perhaps."If only he could see how tranquil and serene she'd become now that he was a fish on her hook. If only he could see Cecily's quiet, contented smile and how it stretched from the centre of her face to the slit between her legs. If he had seen it, he would have wondered. But Howard couldn't see these things because he was embroiled with the logistics of coiling rope around his fist and yanking the ends and pulling Cecily's ankles from under.