Not hard, but enough to throw her back and send her tumbling into the collapsed shelf. She coughed, clutching her stomach, pain crossing her face.I sn...arled in anger.Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his left hand, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt free holding the band closed. The restraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the same motion, striking Thushin's upraised arms.Metal cracked on bone. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, eager to protect. Her nice boobs and hardened nipples were covered in salty sweat. Her cunt was looking wet, glistening, red and raw. The labia were wide open, engorged and it looked abused.Around her naked body, the party was in full swing.I moved to stand in front of her.Anita then lifted her head although most of her face was covered by her sweaty wet curly blond hair. Her eyes looked unfocused…"Fuck me..." My sensual wife hissed very softly…I then began to undo the rope."Fuck me…" Ana repeated, as she lifted. Other than that, the lot was empty, and no one else was in the building.It was nothing unusual on a weekend for me to call Brent’s extension and ask, “Hey, you wanna stop by and visit?” He would always respond, “Sure, I’ll forward the phones to your office.”About ten minutes later, Brent showed up in my office. I kept a chair next to my desk. I didn’t like having a desk or furniture between the person with whom I was talking and me. So having the chair next to my desk was perfect, and it. He sprang to to his feet and tried to grab a towel but I grabbed it first. There before me stood Mort, about 5'10" very thin and almost completely hairless except for his underarms and a patch of brown hair, just over his dick, complimented by a sweet bubble ass that I knew I was going to fuck. We stood there for a few moments and little did he know (or maybe he did know) what was going through my mind. I was thinking of what to do first. Fuck his sweet bubble ass, or take his long beautiful.