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“Uhhh…” I moaned. I was already turned on, alive with energy and excitement and the waiting and orgasm denial suddenly felt excruciating. “Blackberry,” he said, casually reaching into his pocket to check the screen display. I lifted the doorknocker and let it fall with a loud thud, making me take a few steps back, anticipating what was to come. “You were such a lovely sweet little blonde angel when you were younger,” he would say in a softer tone. I slid them off, and set them down beside my clothes on the floor. He seemed to delight in my torment, watching me wriggle in that cage, desperate for some kind of sexual release. He led me across the floor to a long chaise lounge where Tamara was elegantly sprawled. Finally with a long winded sob that sounded like a mixture of a sigh and moan, I felt Tamara’s asshole contract around my tongue as her pussy almost clamped down around my thumb, contracting rhythmically and unleashing a flood of
