" Rayleena concentrated, and shifted the pattern of her stroking and squeezing on Summer's cock. Now the skin on Summer's cock could actually be seen... to move up and down slowly, as the mental 'sheaths' of Vantha and Rayleena began to masturbate Summer's shaft. On their upward strokes, the head of Summer's cock briefly disappeared, as the loose skin on the shaft partially covered it. After a few moments, Summer began to pant and breath harder, as the incredible sensations in her cock began. Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement.”“Times ticking.”“And?”“Come on, let's do this.” DIsha picked up her smartphone from the bedside cabinet. ” I don’t think you came all the way here to talk.” She then selected the stopwatch. “Want to start off with a blowjob?”“There’s no rush. But if you don’t want to talk… Then I’ll have to guess. So… with you being a young foreign postgrad and your hubby… well, no offence, but he doesn’t exactly look like a highflyer. I’m going to say…. Visa. Outside her mistress says, “Yeah, I’ll have a second cigarette.”Inside, her fingers reverently trace the bite on her neck. My eyes bore into hers. “We have seven minutes then.”She nods and expectantly grips the basin with both hands. Tugging her hair, I snap her head back. Thrusting my hips, I just take her. She sucks on her panties as I press her velvet walls asunder, stuffing the doe deep into her weeping pussy.Her pupils dilate. Pulling on her hair, I fuck her hard. Stretching her squishy. It had become second nature, so why worry now, especially at the Club? Why would not failing at the Club suddenly be important? Oh, she had felt sorry for what she did to Sarah and even to Anna, but that had never felt like failure. Why should it? She had never taken it seriously enough to think that her actions might really hurt them — or herself — not really, surely. It had all been in good fun, hadn't it? Wasn't it all a game?She once more turned to the woman beside her. Could Angique be the.