I moaned and closed my eyes, body still moving slightly on the bed as it began to suck on me, the suction opening wider to encompass more of my smooth... shaven twat. It was a pussy pump, the harder it sucked, the more engorged and sensitive my cunt and clit became until I was once again screaming in painful pleasure, literally begging for more.More was just what I got.Two more suction tentacles appeared, each one latching onto my nipples, pulling them all the way in until they were half way down. “Of course I am serious. I would love to watch you fuck the hell out of Melissa and hear her Cumming while I am plowing Lisa. I have to warn you, Lisa can get loud. It is quite the turn on to hear.”He shook his head side to side for a second and then a sly smirk slid across his face. We heard the girls coming out of the bathroom, so I looked at him, and said quickly, “Just think about it.”I made sure to watch him as the girls came into view. He was clearly thinking about it. I saw him. The story was about a girl working in a book store and the owner takes her to his secluded cabin and puts her through all kinds of punishment, at the end I noticed that the article was signed Mr Peter Peterson. My legs were shaking and I could hardly speak, he smiled and said yes dear I wrote that and had it published for you and then added what do you think should we take off to my cabin and maybe young Tanya would like to join us. Tanya jumped at the idea but Mr P could tell that I was a. The longer I lay there the wickeder my thoughts became. Would that thing feel as good as it looked? How would it feel sliding in and out of me? Were his balls as entrancing as his cock? I hadn't seen them clearly, would he wake if I tried to look at them? How much cum could he unload when he got off? Could he make me get off? I wondered if I should ask Bridget those questions but quickly decided that would be unwise. I self-consciously slipped a hand into my panties and massaged my cunt.