After a few minutes of pacing “B” grabbed me pushed me up against the wall and said “ how about you fuck us” I started to tremble, partially b...ecause I was scared, and the other part was because I had this work of art black man holding me against the wall. It made my pussy tingle a lot more than it already was. I looked at him and said “I'm a happily married woman, I can't do that” Just then “A” got up from behind the desk walked over and said “yeah how about you fuck us” as he put his hands. “Why not?” she asked, pressing her bare breasts against me.“Well you’re my sister, for a start.” I replied, my head spinning at the suggestion.“And…I mean, it’s not like we haven’t already, you know…and if we both want to…You do want to don’t you?” “Well, yeah…but what about, I mean what if…I mean I don’t know, I just wasn’t expecting”.Alice pushed her hips forwards, so my cock was rubbing against her knickers. She began to rock gently, rubbing her soft mound against my throbbing pole. She. And she trusted her friend, trusted her as only one true confident can trust another. It wasn't as if she was on stage, addressing an audience. She could be free with Cylvia... and more important, with Martin and Roger gone and only the two of them together now, she wanted to be free with her. She was drawn closer to her friend by the circumstances, and the bond tightened another notch as she said haltingly: "Roger... fucks me... in the... cunt! In my cunt!" Sure he does," Cylvia said. "Just. It had been a misunderstanding that had at first terrified Brandy, but after her first orgasm while being bound, she became addicted. It didn?t take her long to get up-to-speed about strapados and frog-ties and safe words. Now leather manacles and rubber ball gags were part of her toy box beneath her bed at home. This Halloween the blonde dressed herself in a very tight-fitting angel?s costume; resplendent with white fishnet stockings, four-inch heels and a pair of delicate angel wings. .