I bend down to pick up the handcuffs and you see I’m not wearing any panties beneath my tight, white nurse’s uniform.Turning round I see you stari...ng at me with lust and passion in your eyes. Walking seductively towards you, you can concentrate on nothing but my creamy tits that are easily visible through the tight, white nurse’s uniform. Stood close, skin on skin, I push you, hard, your legs against the base of the bed and you fall backwards. I crawl on top of you and straddle your chest. . Her and her husbands chins must have been almost touching as they sandwiched my groin between their mouths.I could feel my cum building in my balls and I closed my eyes to the pleasure that their mouths were delivering. His tempo was building so she matched his rhythm. I groaned as my orgasm rose and she made no attempt to remove my cock from her throat. My hot spunk must have gone straight into her stomach down her throat.As my orgasm subsided he pulled back from my burning anus and pulled her. Smith quickly, thinking checkmate."They could," said Sarah, "if they had a death wish. Such an attempt would likely fail as well, but it is a certainty that all the aggressors would be dead long before the drug was fully effective. Without knowing the drug, it is not possible to estimate our casualties."Lt. Smith started to say something else, when Lt. Andrews said, "Lt., give it up. From my perspective, I want them to be our friends. Even after our short time together, I would now take any. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large Church, worshipers and clergy bowed to me.Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my rickshaw. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their naked backs. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw's seat. I.