" Jim got up and knelt between Carol's knees, his face glistening with her juices. He pulled Carol onto her hands and knees, her ass proudly pointed a...t the ceiling. Bob skittered down underneath Carol, his mouth pressed against her cunt. Billy knelt beside them stroking his hard pulsing large red cock. Joan looked over at the other bed. Her breathing quickened and her eyes glowed with lust. She moaned, "Fuck her. Hot cunt." Bill and I pulled her back down. I said, "We're going to fuck you until. " Joey replies and then, after a pause, says, "What's that? Sounds like a cat." No." says the leader, "It's the lady" She's here? Oh fuck," says Joey, "show me."The men get up and walk to the bedroom, unlock the door and switch the light on revealing the naked and lovely Mrs. Murphy: Soccer Mom. Flat on her stomach, stretched out on a long narrow table. Her arms dangle and are held securely by wrist cuffs attached to eye bolts screwed into the floor."Uhhh... where's her face?" Joey asks.The. She nudged her alabaster thighs apart with my massive knee and settled between them, my member turgid and pulsating like a divining rod over water. My fingers probed the silky flesh of her woman hood. She was hot and wet. Gently, I massaged the little nubbin of flesh that hid just inside her plump folds. She squealed with delight, bathing my fingers with her warm juices. “You’re ready for me,” I told her huskily.”Oh, yes,” she cried. “Please I, please.”He told himself I would go slow, but the. His idea of good sex is both of us climaxing together. I’ve always been different. I thought if I married I stiff I’d become like everybody else, but I don’t want that anymore.”I didn’t understand what she was talking about, but hearing the words sex leave her lips was enough to make my cock throb. “How are you different?” I said. “I like to be treated like a whore. Gagged, spanked, and degraded. And I’m sure Mr Greene you can help with that.She moved closer reaching for my hand and moving.