’ Then he was turning the shower on and we were both in the shower and he shampooed my hair and gave me a great scalp massage, then asked me to do t...e same for him and knelt in front of me and I started to shampoo and massage his scalp and he stuck a finger up my quim and then licked me up and down and went to work on my clit and I couldn’t do anything but hold on and have another climax and try to not collapse while he ate me out again. Then he was standing up and washing my back with shower. I smiled at her and told her I really had to check her and she giggled as I slid her pants down to her thighs. Then I slid my hand in her panties and she was tight as ever and knew she wasn't fucked and she was moist and slippery. I acted shocked and then I pulled my hand out of her panties and licked my finger and said it tasted salty. Corina broke out laughing again and I kissed her and told her she finally let another man fuck her and she really started laughing harder. I asked her what was. Playing Groundhog Day, the Movie over and over again.She tried to get to the food, it wasn’t easy with her hands tied, and it tasted vile, Museli, like black currants in building sand, and the drink, that was even harder to drink from her bowl. Wal Mart Cola or paint stripper she wasn’t sure which. The bowl had a pipe leading to it. Every time she drank some it refilled. Every now and again she screamed.The piss demon reappeaed, there was no bathroom, nothing, floor was level, she hoped,. . That is until this night."Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Jill's voice asked from the foot of the bed."Jill? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?" I asked, raising my head."I still have my key. I came to see for myself if you were sleeping with the little slut. Turns out you are. With company too. The authorities ought to be real interested in this situation." Jill said, almost maniacally."Jill, get the fuck out. Brenda and I were married two weeks ago." I said,.
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