As my second climax drew closer, the black guy uncovered my hand, discovering that I was bound to the chair. He didn't seem to care or be concerned, p...ositioning himself instead to place his cock in my palm of my hand. With my wrist bound, there wasn't much I could do, other than stroke the upper head of his shaft with my thumb. He reacted by becoming fully erect, oozing more than enough pre-cum to keep my thumb and his cock well lubed.As the ravishing continued, the tongue master in front of me. Suddenly from over my shoulder there came a shrill voice of protest.“What about me”, it was Sammy, indignant and righteous in her expressing her resentment at being excluded from this exhibition. “I want to look too” and without further ado jumping up and straddling my chest she bent forward to scrutinise the object of her brother’s previous manipulation and get a close-up view of my penis. That in itself was only a relatively minor addition to my predicament but a greater component was that by. I laid her on the sofa and placed one leg on the backrest and other to the floor and sat between her thighs. I bent my stiffed penis and set with her pussy hole’s opening.Then I applied pressure and a slight obstacle it shoved about half of her well lubricated pussy hole. Her pussy canal was enough tight and the pussy wall grasped my penis. I again gave a jolt and the whole length of my penis shoved into the pussy. My penis head pushed her womb and she cried in ecstasy. I then started moving my. " I guess so," is all I could say.She leaned over and put the wash cloth back in the water. She took the cloth and wrung a bit of water on to the head of my dick and watched it drip down to the base. Using her bare hands, she wrapped them around my dick. Using this two handed technique, she began a very slow stroking motion up and down my pole. With the skill of a gifted artist, she made me forget where I was. It was the subtle way in which she stroked me that I couldn't believe. She used just.