I pushed my face into her wetness, her hips jerking upward to meet my mouth. She pressed her hand into my shoulder, moaned as I returned again to suck...ing her clit. My fingers were pinned into her thighs trying to hold her in place as she wriggled under me. I lapped and sucked, my tongue flickering with the tiny movements which I knew frustrated her, worked her into the kind of ecstatic spasms that made me hard. More slutty thoughts about being locked up and focusing only on her pleasure slid. The teen had one of those things in his ass as well, but his nuts were free. The lady had her other hand grasping his nuts and pulling down on them with each upstroke of her other hand. I was actually getting a hardon watching this. This did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Issacs who simply reached over and undid my fly to allow my dick to spring loose and into her hand. She gave it about three strokes then I felt her mouth engulf my now raging hardon. I was fascinated watching the action in front of. Large tits, thin waist, and long legs. She was well put together. Black bob-haircut with a soft neck and shoulders, she was a fetishist’s dream. Her face had a pure Norwegian look, with lips that were firm and full. Her hands were perfect. He would often watch her smoking hand grabbing his thigh when she was reverse on top. Her thumb and her two far fingers would tightly grip his thigh, while the middle and index finger curled almost upward, holding the cigarette out at a distance. He’d jerked. He leaned in and kissed my neck, biting my ears, as I leant my head back letting a large groan escape. He pulled back, looked at me and for the first time I really took HIM in, its strange but with my collar now firmly in place, HE was even more intimidating than I first thought. Now we have a few issues to deal with before we leave. HE ran his hand over my ass. I winced as HE found the bite mark. So, my slut completed task one. HE said with a smile. Yes I replied. Instantly HE grabbed my hard.