Chris De Burgh 'Man on the Line' [2 CD] { } ~94.01.19 018

He dropped to his knees, pressing his thick, sensuous lips to her ass and sucking on her bunghole while he ripped open her garter belt and peeled off her nylons. Diane arched her body forward, trying to pull away from that shit hole-probing tongue. But Art held her tightly by the other arm while Chris still had a firm grip on her legs. And then there was Matt, jabbing the end of the whip hard against her belly button. "Here you go," the silver-haired man said, throwing a pile of something down in front of Diane. "What is it?" the blonde asked, looking curiously at the clump of black, shiny material. "Your new winter coat," Matt said, laughing mockingly as he kicked it against the woman's legs with his boot. "Now get it on!" "I-I don't know how," Diane stammered, reaching down with both hands as Chris and Art let her go. Diane could feel that the lining was rubber that had been heavily doused with talc to make it slide on more easily. The blonde held up a pair of leather pants, wondering how to get into them as Matt stood spread-legged in front of her, watching quietly. "Put them on," he said in a threatening voice ...»