I moved up smelling and licking her hair and licking her armpits and her back till her ass. I had held both her hands tightly and she was only allowed... to make movements. She was moaning and moving sensuously now wanting for more.Now she pushed me as if she had enough.She now pulled me down on sofa saying it was her turn now and removed her bra and put her long hair on my face and started to move her hair on my body. This is something which i love the most.she brought her breast on my lips and. As your eyes close, I reach my other hand down inside the discarded babydoll, to the hidden purse, and take out a foil-wrapped condom. You gasp and open your eyes when you feel the thin latex being rolled down your length, and look at me with an expression of almost comical surprise. “What?” I ask. “You thought this would just be a hand job?” You say nothing. “No, baby,” I say, lowering my face and taking the tip of your cock into my mouth. I give one long, hard suck on it, then draw back to. He glanced at me as I came in to see if I was still soaked. Luckily, I had managed to put a shirt on over my suit, but the shirt was wet anyways. I sat down on a bag of shavings next to him and leaned over him to look at the routines he had written down. The tack room was boiling, with no AC in 98 degree weather. The chisseled trainer next to me didn't make it any better either. As we went over the routines, I felt like i was going to pass out from the heat. He saw me struggling to stay. It was followed by a session with a vibrator, one of those that has a thumb near the base, that contacts the clit and if held in place too long causes convulsions. This was used for a long period, till the clock went ping it being Marks turn at the mouth of the Master`s wife, both men considered her a whizz at a blow job, Marks seed soon filling her mouth and the vibe starting up once more. Olive by this time on her back with her feet beside her head, and that vibe slipping into her arse. That.