"We can do it all." I can't believe we haven't done this for months," Laura confessed. "You're so beautiful. I'm so crazy about you." You've been too ...busy screwing everybody else," Yvette pouted playfully. "I saw you in the cafeteria with that great-looking girl who works for Dataquest."God, Shavon! Laura thought, unable to prevent a deep blush."She was making moon eyes at you like you had taken her to heaven about forty times with your little pink tongue up her pretty black pussy. But I have. In her mouth....uh,uh....do we? Oh god, Bob, I love....uh, uh...your c-cock!" They were doing eighty miles per hour down the autobahn till Ted eased off the accelerator and managed to find an exit into the dark countryside. Not far from the main highway he found an unpaved forest road and stopped in a grassy clearing. "Oh! Fuck, Marsha! Oh! Ohhh, I'm cumming!" Ted had a death grip on the steering wheel as he jerked and tossed his head back. "Oooh, uh, uh, uh. Oh, Marsha!" Marsha did not let go. Twisting and pushing without much concern for her, his hand slowly sank deeper and deeper. Sonya groaned and tried to relax. His hand was huge and she could feel her tight lips straining around his knuckles, stretching beyond anything she felt before.Several minutes went by of Matt twisting and pushing his hand. Sometimes he would pull it out and ram it back in to the knuckles and other times he would make short and firm thrusts, making Sonya respond with moans. Despite the slight. She came back and took off my blindfold. I was sweaty and I could see sweatdrops on her forehead. I could see a shine in her eyes and an evil smile on her face. Then I noticed her hands. She had a few clamps in her hands, the ones you use to dry clothes on the wire.She untied me, made me turn to face her, and tied my hands to the window grill again. I was in shock and was praying that she doesn’t use the clamps on me.No one was listening to my silent prayer. She took two clamps and put them on.