I said I brought refreshments for you so you never have to leave the room. I stood and watched and my wife worked both guys pants down and pulled out ...their harding cocks. Tim's cock is about eight inches and fat enough that my wife's fingers don't touch when she's holding it. Mark's cock looked to be a tad longer and just as fat. I noticed my cock was starting to drip precum down my thighs. Mark was the first to lay down and my wife took his manhood in her mouth. Tim started eatting her pussy. I was the wild card, the joker that needed elimination and I was proving extremely nettlesome. One of the clever ideas which had bought us time was the opening of a number of outside doors. The fog had rolled in and filled the tunnels thereby greatly slowing their access to us. We had lso disabled all nearby elevators. I cried out as pain slammed into me. Somehow they were combining their talents. Only the distance and dense material separating us saved me. Crying and waving off help I managed. On her head, was a green cap tilted just slightly off-center. The luxuriant golden hair beneath it was pulled firmly into a disciplined pony tail that hung straight as an arrow down her back. Her eyes were crystal blue, and her lips were the palest, flushed pink I had ever seen. Judging from the protrusions in her uniform blouse, her breasts were firm, but on the small side. She gave the overall appearance of a very sexy tom-boy in uniform."It's time for inspection, private," I bellowed firmly.. Continuing the circular gyration of her hips she made herself comfortable atop his prick. She said she could feel him pulsing deep in her belly and it felt as if he was going to boil over. She told the young girl if she was truly feeling sorry for having hogged his prick she could make amends by sitting on his face to distract him from cumming to fast. The opium attendant begged to be allowed not to, stating that the boxer was her boss and it would be inappropriate for him to service her.