Your husband told us he wanted to do something special for you. He said you had the fantasy of being seduced by two men, but were too embarrassed to g...o through with it. That's why we plied you with alcohol. We usually take some time with a woman and when she gives herself to us, it is quite willingly I assure you. Because you are here for such a short time, we didn't have that option." Why would your husband lie to us?" asked Richard."Because he's a dirty, blackmailing, son-of-a-bitch!" I. "Listen motherfucker, I've had my ass kicked by far better men than you," I spat. "I didn't back off from them, and I ain't backing off from you. Now, you can either leave my girlfriend alone or we can step outside and settle this like men. Capiche?" You're on, cocksucker," the guy said, and turned toward the door. "Come on; I'm going to enjoy kicking your scrawny little ass, then I'm gonna fuck your hot girlfriend." Like hell you will," Stella said. "Norman, don't go out there. He'll kill. With one hand I stroked and squeezed her perfect tities, while my fingers slowly caressed her pussy lips. I parted the puffy lips and rubbed my two fingers over her clit. Jass body jerked and she groaned into my shoulder as I slid s finger between her wet, juicy, and throbbing cunt lips. As I moved my finger in and out of her pussy my thumb pressed down hard on her slick clit, grinding it back and forth and sending Jas into a moan fest. I could hear her breath coming faster and more ragged. I. ‘Oh, Max!’ she whispered to herself, tears trickling down her cheek, ‘Oh, Tiger! I wish you were here!’ Exhausted, she hung on her frame, barely conscious, aware only of the pain in her arms and breasts, and of the vibrations in her pussy. She gazed down at her naked body, the soft white flesh criss-crossed with angry red welts – on her breasts, stomach, pubic area, and thighs. She could only imagine what her poor buttocks and back looked like. She sobbed quietly, all hope now vanquished. She.