Those ropes were awfully convenient. Once he had my arms tied, he stood up and got a pair of scissors from his nightstand, then proceeded to cut my t-...shirt off of me gently, though the sight of the scissors didn't exactly make me comfortable. After that, even though I kicked at him, it was little trouble for him to pull my shorts off of me, leaving me naked. I remember how heavily he was breathing and how scared I was...was he going to kill me? I had no idea. Without saying a word, he took his. "Oh you-- fuck. Fuck I want you." Pleading again, very softly. An impatient, urgent grunt. "I'm too fucking close, baby. It’s your fault. Our fault. Aaah-- I can't. Diana?" "Tag out," she purred, her arms closing around Sabrina from behind, her mouth nuzzling into her neck. Sabrina straightened up abruptly, back arching steeply, turning her head back towards Diana's. Her groan sounded like the growl of a feline. I couldn't really let myself watch yet, couldn't even look at my own. We walked in and went to his living room "you guys love having me dress like a whore don't you" we both went to sit on the couch "sit across from each other so you get a good view of my ass while I suck your cocks". It was so fucking hot watching her throat his cock with her ass in the air she took turns sucking us off for 15 minutes before I interuppted "baby you need to bend over that sofa really soon and get fucked for me". She stood up and bent over the arm of the couch "like this" He was. "Well, I guess I've had sex now." Did you enjoy it?" I asked, although the answer was obvious.Her face was still a little red, but she answered forthrightly enough, "Truly? A lot more than I thought I would." You have a great, eager little tongue," I complimented."Thanks... I guess," she returned, the compliment a strange one, considering today started as French tutoring and culminated in a different kind of French."No, seriously. Your tongue was like a magic wand, and I think I'll be wanting.