Her huge chest fruit were swinging in the breeze, freed from the cast iron containment field, aka and industrial strength bra. It had 6 clasps to it. ...No one could one hand that bra not even me! I wanted to reach over and touch, but we were too far away to make it a casual thing. I didn't want to spoil the mood. I was still slowly stroking my rod in Collette's juicy pus. I must have been hitting the right spot because she was getting all worked up again. I increased my speed and the pressure I. Carefully but firmly they released the bonds that secured her arms over her head and she sighed as protesting muscles were allowed to ease into a more comfortable position. She could feel the cum leaking out of her and her thoughts were of getting into a hot shower and working the knots out of her arms.She was surprised when instead of just helping her out of her bonds the workers pulled her arms behind her back. They were tied there, her skin bit by the grain of nylon rope. The spreader bar. I smiled at my lust laden reflection in the hallway mirror that confirmed my hesitation in calling was because I feared rejection out of hand and I was not good at persuading females on the phone to change their mind with my ability to charm face to face.All it required was for her to be alone for me to wheedle my way past her locked front door and I knew with certainty she would soon be writhing beneath me begging me “Please Don’t Stop!”I felt sorry for Red but I was not going near her with a. He did and it felt fantastic! I was dripping just a little pre-cum but wasn’t going to have an orgasm of my own; this was just for him…well…and a feeling of a good fucking for me.He lasted longer than I thought he would! Eventually he moaned, “Fuck…I’m gonna’ cum!” When I heard that I started to slip forward and moved my knees together! He followed me, wound up straddling me and his cock never came out. He was lying on top, moved up a little and kept going at me. I almost screamed, “Fuck.