She responds

John's eyes narrowed as he stared at her, waiting for her to answer. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, before finally **** out, "S-Sally."

John's lips curled into a cruel smile as he leaned in closer to her, his hot breath fanning against her face. "Well, Sally," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "I think it's time we had a little fun."

With a swift motion, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him, his grip tightening around her wrist as he **** her to her knees.

John's grip on Sally's wrist tightened as he pushed her head down, forcing her to take him into her mouth. He let out a low groan as he felt her lips close around him, his other hand tangling in her hair as he began to thrust forward.

Sally's eyes watered as she struggled to breathe, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But John's grip was too strong, and she could only submit to his demands as he continued to use her for his own pleasure.

As John continued to thrust into Sally's mouth, he let out a low moan, his grip on her hair tightening. He then looked over at Mrs. Thompson, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of shock and arousal. "Come here," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. Mrs Thompson hesitated for a moment before slowly making her way towards him. John released his grip on Sally's hair and turned to face Mrs. Thompson, his eyes dark with lust. "Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice low and demanding. Mrs Thompson complied, her heart pounding in her chest as she knelt before him.

John looked down at Mrs. Thompson, his eyes dark with desire. "Get behind me," he ordered, his voice low and demanding. Mrs. Thompson hesitated for a moment before slowly getting to her feet and moving behind him. John spread his legs slightly, giving her better access as he leaned forward, bracing himself against the unsupecting Sally. Mrs. Thompson's heart pounded in her chest as she knelt behind him, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to touch him. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, before slowly beginning to explore him with her tongue. John let out a low groan, his grip on Sally's hair tightening as he felt her tongue begin to work its magic.

John's grip on Sally's head tightened as he thrust harder into her mouth, his breathing becoming ragged. Sally's eyes watered as she struggled to keep up with his pace, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. Meanwhile, Mrs. Thompson knelt behind John, her tongue exploring him with fervor as she tried to match his rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the occasional moan, the tension building as they continued their illicit activities.

John's breathing became heavier and more labored as he felt himself approaching climax. He could feel the pressure building up inside of him, and he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, forceful thrust, he released himself into Sally's mouth, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. Sallygagged and sputtered, struggling to swallow the thick, salty fluid that filled her mouth. As John's grip on her hair loosened, she pulled away, gasping for air and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.