“Hold off cumming,” my trainer coached under me, “but fuck me! Hard as you can! Come on!” The pounding built and built. Both our hearts and b...odies thundered harder and harder, as we breathed fiercely. I wanted to both hold and spew myself at the same time. The tension made my head swim. She made my head swim. This was the most disciplined fucking I had ever experienced. God, could I do it? Could I both keep fucking her hard and not explode? “Come on! Yah!” she yelled, swatting my behind with. He passed it over to her and waited for her to pass it back. The possibility of marriage was something he had almost given up on and here was a young, good-looking woman in his bed, naked and just been loved… ‘well,’ he laughed to himself, ‘fucked.’ She was hoping for some response to her declaration but there was silence. Had she overplayed her hand? She worried. ‘What if he doesn’t even feel close to that and I’ve said too much? But, all that we’ve done? After all I’ve done? Shit!’ The phone. His hand fell lower, rounding on her ass, and he grabbed her, lifting her up and onto his lap.Her legs folded under her now on each side of his hips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, still kissing him. Tongues still dancing with breaks for teeth to nip playfully on both sides. A’lear felt himself growing hard under her, and he knew she could feel it too. Her pussy pressed into his groin, and his hands gripped harder on her ass.The moment quickly interrupted as a sharp whistle. She no longer hoped merely to escape from their terrible degeneracy and clutching hands. The thought of the blackmail with a film of her and Rover was a potent deterrent to orderly thought and coordinated resistance. God, if she made them angry, who knew what they might do?But at the same time, she couldn't very well submit outright. Perhaps the chance to get away would still present itself, when their guard had lowered. Some time or other. Some of whatever was in the drugged cigarette they had.