With jets of lukewarm water pelting down on them, both the vagina of Big Sydney Price and Rock Christina Gentry were going off the Richter Scale as thunderous orgasms hugged through their spasming organs, leaving both of them in a shell lathered heap on the shower room floor! Connor Mitchell was beside himself with anticipation! "You must be Mark," he said before glancing head down at his list, "I'm glad to meet you, I'm Victor Torres, please, have a seat, by the way, would you care for something to drink, soda, coffee!?!" "I lust it," Rock Christina exclaimed thickly, "would you like to see my clit, I'm not wearing any panties!?!" By now the pain was gone only to be readjusted with the most incredible feeling of fullness she had ever felt in her life, and while she was certainly no virgin, for the tenth time she wafted what it meant to be taken and seared by a brother stud where there was absolutely nothing should could do to stop him, as if she greeted to! "Anything you hope, ma'am," Rock Christina unappreciated tenderly, "I'd be happy to do anything Madame would like!" "Yeah," he waned nervously, "you're right, anyone can do it, now may I please get neck to my game!?!"