That looked like it felt pretty good. Did it make you want to cum, my little fucktoy?’ Still moaning softly, ‘Yes, Sir.’ He leaned over her and ...kissed her cunt softly between the clothespins. Pushing them aside as best he could, he ran his tongue around her clit, tasting her, feeling her push herself towards him as best she could. It wasn’t long until she found herself on the brink of orgasm at which point he pulled away, ‘Not quite yet. I want to see you on your knees, first.’ He quickly. His hand reached over the seat and touched my shoulder. Instinctively I reached out and touched it with my free hand. This must have been some kind of signal as he then leaned right over and grabbed my dick. I removed my hand and let him start to pleasure me. I could smell his musk as he leaned right past my face, stretching to see as well as touch. It was sweaty, unpleasant but strangely erotic. I turned to him and beckoned him to join me at the front. He stood and walked around and sat to my. It was a screwed up piece of paper, thick and brown like the old book. I started to prise open his rigor mortised grip. I slowly eased his cold, dry and leathery fingers lose, fearful that they might snap off entirely. I got the paper but my victory was short-lived, for as I dropped the arm, I was surrounded in a cloud of dust. Coughing and spluttering, I walked back to the desk. I tried to spit to clear the dry coating from my mouth but to no avail. The piece of paper did appear to be part of. He continued to play with my clit as my husband fucked my pussy and stuck his finger in my asshole. Several of the other guys began to jerk off watching me get hammered. I shoved the tip of his thick member into my mouth and started sucking. Suddenly I heard the splat of cum on the mattress nearby. One of the four guys jerking off had shot clear across the room and almost hit me with his jizz. Then my husband pulled out of my pussy and shot a huge load of cum all over the back of my head and.