“He’d probably beat-off.”
“You mean, he’d j******f watching you slap my boobs?” She looked intrigued.
“Yes, he’d want to stay in the room, and he’d probably sit on that chair and jerk his c**k while he watched us.”
“How long would he want to stay?”
“Until we finished,” I answered, still hoping she wouldn’t want me to slap her perfect young breasts.
“You wouldn’t mind if I saw his prick?”
“Not at all,” I now knew where the conversation was going.
“Please… let’s do it,” Debbie said as she stood and interlaced her fingers behind her head while spreading her legs wide apart.
Hunter studied her as he walked into the room after I called out to him.
“Take your pants off, dear and show Debbie your hard-on,” I directed. “Then sit on the chair and watch. Even though I know you want to f**k
