"They were visibly reluctant, and no one volunteered.I asked, "I know you guys practice fighting with each other... ?" That's part of our training. Yo...u're our client."I tried convincing them, but they weren't going for it. They quite happily inflict pain on each other as part of their training, but beating up their client wasn't right, and it could get them in trouble with Paul and the people who wrote their paychecks. I didn't waste much time arguing because proximity showed me they were too. She said it was not long before each of them had gone beyond one finger to two fingers and the pace had picked up and they were both soon bucking against the hand that was finger fucking them with, the thumbs of each others hands riding over and over their rock hard protruding clitorises with every thrust of their hands. Then Suzanne pressed her hand hard against Bree’s fucking hand forcing her fingers as deep as they would go while tilting her pelvis up and she could feel Suzanne’s muscles. She is wearing a thong. Her body is perfect. I completely strip and start jacking. I keep edging so I don't orgasm trying to save the moment. Unfortunately, I lose track of time.My bedroom door is wide open. My Mom walks in seeing me naked, peeking out the window masturbating. "What the hell are you doing?"I froze. She walks to the window and takes a peek to look at what I'm seeing."Are you spying on our new neighbors? And masturbating to them? That’s disgusting. I'll give you five minutes to. Amy had an obsession with flavoured condoms, so I obliged. Putting the condom on felt as though it took forever, with endorphins flowing and adrenaline running high. I picked up her ankles and threw them over my shoulders once more. The tip of my cock was stroking her pussy, before the tip entered her tight hole. She gripped the pillow tightly. I pushed in a few more inches, until my whole cock was deep inside of her.Slowly retracting it, before entering again, and again, the friction began to.