Anger that Fingering I got back on the couch.Just don’t be a prick again.Both of us watched her hand slide up and down the length of my shaft as if we were mesmerized.She was a stacked little vixen that never listened to him and didn't seem to fully grasp that she was no longer free.Teasing him but making him come.I also started having the weirdest cravings too.Every firework in Emily’s brain went off as her father’s head came home, sinking deep into her warm, wet, Big Tits welcoming gate.We used the rear exit into the stables and Harry was just carrying a tray of assorted hot drinks outside to a luxury set of soft patio kitchen furniture.Keith is quite handsome, and I wouldn’t mind riding his big cock myself.Lucy is bewildered by Haley’s response.I stood up, ready for my date and...There was something granny missing. Silently I scream out my horror when at that signal, the kitchen group get out of their seats and descend on me like sharks in frenzy. All of them except for the woman. Fingering It lasts perhaps thirty seconds, the groping, but it feels like an eternity. The hands are everywhere on me, intimate, invading, opening me up, but I endure it without protest.When I open my legs, resisting nothing as ordered, they find me already wet and receptive. I haven’t had an orgasm since I was tied to the bed and pleasured by Jasmine. granny The nanotech injected into my sex coupled with the hormones flooding my blood are a lethal combination to my self-control. Ordered not to resist, desire flares in me at the men’s invading Big Tits fingers.They have me so heated I’m almost disappointed when Kordling who ends it. Get back guys, he says urgently. You’ll draw attention to us – so many men groping such a pretty girl in public. Someone will come across to see if she’s okay. They back away, standing nonchalantly against the wall of the bar. Cover her up with something, before someone recognizes her, the big man commands. One of the others (the oldest man in the group) has on his lap a heavy cloak like a monk’s cowl, folded repeatedly, and he unravels this and throws it over me. Hide yourself, Melena, old man says, and I draw the garment around me to hood my face, even though I know as I pull up the cowl that it reduces my chance of rescue even further.