Now I was being lifted off the floor and my legs were certainly going to break. It all stopped and I hung there in the air still blind, deaf, and ver...y tightly strung. The pain was becoming more bearable and I was getting used to it when I felt myself being turned somehow while all spread apart. It felt like I was being laid out onto the ground except I was in the air. Finally I stopped moving and just hung there stretched to the limit with gravity adding strain to my taut limbs. Waiting. I used quick, hard thrusts, going as deep as I could with my fingers. Her ass bounced up and down on the bed, as I rammed my fingers deep in both her holes. No longer eating her out, I took my other hand, and rubbed the fuck on her clit. Her body began to spasm, as all her muscles began to contract, holding back the pressure of orgasmic bliss. She let out a high pitch squeal, as she finally relaxed her muscles, letting out one hell of an orgasm. She squirted just like Lori did a couple of weeks. She smiled and nodded her head to indicate she had recognized me. “Hey,” I responded. “Hi,” she replied, flashing a smile. She stepped to the side and I stepped up to the counter to place my order. “Number seventy,” the clerk told me. I stepped to the side. I looked at my number as my dream girl was looking at her cell phone. I stood off to the side, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say. “Number sixty nine,” the clerk called out. My dream girl stepped forward to claim her. I thought I would cum automatically as I watched her walk wearing only her slip over to the dressing table to remove her jewelry. She stood up, sensually pulled her slip down, and kicked it aside. "Okay mister," she said, "Up you go." I leaned against her fragrant and soft body as she helped me up, and with her arms around my waist, led me into the shower. She ran a warm shower and soaped me from head to foot, taking special care to wash my rock-hard penis and balls. "Don't get my hair wet"..