Greg caught on pretty quickly and soon his hands were at the back of my head forcing me down on him. I gagged and coughed a little when he pushed into... me too much, but I loved every minute of it. My hand came up on his balls and I could feel them contract. I knew instantly that he was cumming. I retracted my mouth from around his cock and sucked and licked on the end of his knob. I was rocking to and fro on my knees as I pumped my hand over his cock. I wanted his spunk to fill my mouth, I. I could hear our moist skin slapping together as I bounced up and down. "Wait. Turn the other way," I told Justin. I wanted to make sure Chris could see the pleasure I was having. The sex was good. Very good. Maybe not as good as I demonstrated, but that was the point. I sat back and cupped my very full tits, to show myself off. Not knowing what else to do just then, I put my chin down and started to lick my own nipples. It was then that I saw Chris wince and try to look away. "Mmmmm. Well my. We came to the conclusion that no matter what happened, society would never allow us to be together as a couple unless we moved to Antarctica or somewhere equally bleak, like Canberra. Neither of us wanted that either but we did agree that what happened wouldn't be the only time and that physically we both wanted each other. In fact, just the memory of that time had us both shamelessly flirting again. Sadly we had to cut the call short though because Cindy had come back home. That didn't stop. Accepting a contract meant that she would owe her bondsman a certain amount of money, which he was expected to put forward to set her up in the community. The higher the amount of the bond, the higher her social status would be. She would be the property of her bondsman until she paid back every cent declared in the contract plus every additional coin expended on her care and, if needed, education and medical treatment.After a month of living in the communal facility and not accepting a single.