. and my free hand was working both her very wet pussy and probing her asshole with my wet finger tips..she went off a third time and again very power...ful.She went off many times in, was so turned on.. and had rolled over so I had better access to her pussy and her tits.. I fondled her tits with my massage hand letting the finger tips vibrate against her nipples which were rock hard.. then worked down to her clit.. bringing her to another orgasm and this time she began reaching for my cock... I dressed and walked downstairs. When I got to the kitchen, I saw Kim sitting at the counter, working on her computer. She looked up and smiled.“Good morning, Matt. There’s coffee in the pot. I’m catching up with a few things I need to do,” Kim said.I poured a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter. Sipping my coffee, I glanced at Kim. She wore a tight tank-top and a pair of terrycloth shorts. The shorts barely covered her round ass.Bill and Carol came into the kitchen, poured. Bill, take off Kim's shirt and bra. Kim slowly stood up as I lifted her sleep shirt over her head, exposing her black lace bra and matching bikini panties. She took a gulp of her wine before letting me unsnap her bra. Her tits were tight and nipples long and hard. I didn't know if her face was red from the wine or because of all the excitement and embarrassment she was feeling at that moment.Before she could sit back down, I traded the computer chair with a comfy lounge chair nearby. Now we. "Bust 40 centimeters, waist size 4, height 5'6", and weight 138 lbs," said the nurse. Ashley's protests grew louder at the last measurement. The nurse rolled her eyes. "Adjusting for restraints and scale zeroing... weight is 134. Happy?" She heard Ashley continue to protest in a string of vowels. The doctor back handed Ashley across the face so hard that the gag slipped out of her mouth and rolled onto the floor. "129 at the very most. You lousy bitch!" Ashley yelled. "This is why we don't let.