“You boys have beautiful cocks, I love watching you jerk them off.” They stroke harder. I reach under you and pull your bra down, exposing your t...its. I cup your breasts and slam you harder. From your breathing and the wetness of your pussy, I can tell you are getting closer to cumming. I tell you I want you to cum like a slut, here on the street with strange men’s cocks in your face. You moan and say, oh my god yes, please. I push you forward so that your head and tits are outside the window.. I felt trapped. I looked at her amused face. I knew there was no escape. She told Sara that I was going to give them both a show. I don't know if Sara knew about Leah's blackmail. But Sara seemed ready to get me to do it again, whatever it took. I felt faint. They decided on the following night. Leah and Dave showed up. There I was, not bound by ropes, but with no choice! They had me strip and get over the ottoman again. Leah had a camcorder. Sara tied me up and gagged me. Maybe I wouldn't have. Now she squeezed and sat up before sliding to the floor without releasing me. She whispered a breathless question about how turned on I was and she fumbled with the front of my jeans. Exasperated at not being able to open them she demanded loudly that I open them. She was a little agitated and so I did and she reached in and yanked me out. She had to yank because I was curled and trapped inside. Her action was rough but welcome.She looked at me and held it and then I heard her whisper "I. Her wetness increased as the slight roughness from the cotton excited her clit and the folds of skin below it. Just as the garment was becoming damp, she thrust the fabric has far into herself as her fingers would go, soaking her underwear into a heavy, dripping mass. Anya removed them from her pussy and sucked on her warm, viscous fluids while fingering herself again. Seeking a more erotic supplement to her masturbation, she paused from rubbing her tits and her voluminous lower lips just long.