” Which only made me pound her cunt harder, I replied. “Of course I would of loved to watch him fill you with spunk, cum down your throat and use ...your body for his (and my) pleasure." I knew it wouldn’t happen like that because she didn’t take precautions so spunking in her cunt would be a no, no. Even I had to withdraw when she was most fertile and she would finish me off with her mouth or I would squeeze her tits round my cock and splatter her face with spunk. To me her periods were my. A guttural, primal moan came out of Bella as her body burst into convulsions in the chair. Her body stiffened, her soul shattered, as she pumped her bottom for the two men. Her pussy gripped the finger and her clit quivered and danced. Wave after wave hit her as her sex performed for them."Boy, she can grip a finger, wonder what she’ll do with a cock," said the sarcastic male slave. His fingers pulled from her sex, covered in her juices. They came out with a loud pop, startling Bella as they. Quickly Billie-Ann slipped into the trees and when she'd found a shady place hidden from the road, undid her leather belt and tugged off her Levi's shorts. Then listening again to make sure Jed was still in the truck, she hooked her thumbs over the elastic band of her nylon panties and skinned them down. The crotchband clung for a moment to her juice-damp little cunny and then came away with a sticky-wet sound. Billie knew she was moist because of what she'd seen at Basset's Pond an hour before. My wife shyly declined. "I give really great foot rubs," he assured her while boldly reaching down to firmly grab her right ankle to pull her foot up, and onto his lap. My wife kept her foot right where he had placed it. Feeling emboldened, he slowly undid the buckle on her heel, and slid her shoe off. My wife let out a little moan of approval. She seemed happy to be airing out her foot. He started rubbing his thumbs into her soles, and moving from her heel up to her pads. My wife looked over.