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“I’m going to teach you things about fucking and being fucked that will stay with you forever. You will never mom forget Vida.” She was really going at it now, egged on by her own words. Bob grunted and gasped in time with Vida’s hips. She gave him the second dildo at least three times longer than the first one. Vida went to the box one more time, making no pretense to check his readiness for the knotted rope. I almost didn’t get a look at this new weapon, she was so quick. I did see it though. It was huge, the kind of thing you would see in a porno where the woman is startled and becomes apprehensive. There was a wide flat glans behind which were livid veins. She didn’t take the time to lube it, instead she worked it and worried it in. Bob was making mewling sounds as he took it. He took almost all of it before she settled into a rhythm. Vida had been working up until this point, a look of concentration on her face. That expression had been replaced by a wicked grin and her nipples had gone handjob hard. She didn’t fuck him hard or long with the monster dildo, he was plenty stretched and she wanted to get on with the game. She already had the rope in her hand when she pulled out masturbation of him, the knots went in like they were beads on a string. When that was done she removed the strap-on harness and set it aside. Then she made a slip loop in the rope and hanging that on the doorknob she drew the loop tight. "Sorry I had to cut that short but we don’t have all night you know.” “That’s OK, maybe next time.” The strain was beginning to show between the forced position and the punishing ass fucking he had endured. Her hypnotic hold on him was firm however and she Cum On Tits smiled at his comment. Bob waited for her, breathing quick and shallow with his ass full of rope. Vida had to whisk the box and its contents away, she would not want him to see it. I never had before and wondered what she had used on me and what might still be in the box. She must have taken the time to wash everything because she was gone for a while. During the pause in the action I noticed how achingly hard I was and I wondered if I would have a chance to fuck her again when Bob was gone. She returned and sat on the floor in front of him. She had pulled a shirt on and she lay down, spread her legs, lifted her hips, and said, “Come and get it.” Bob had come for pussy and there it was. He couldn’t fuck her, tied as he was but he was on the move anyway. He moved until he drew tension on the rope, the first knot was at the threshold and his sphincter had begun to collapse back to its normal size while we waited for her. “Eat it, suck it, lick it, put your tongue in it, rub your face in it, make me cum. Um Bob, are your having some kind mother of a problem?” “I’m stuck or something. What did you do back there, my ass is sore as hell and now something is trying to turn it inside out.” “You want me to help you?” Dawn gasped as the vibrations coursed through her ass and straight to her cunt. I cupped her cheeks. That she felt the same for me as I had always felt for her filled me with so many emotions that I could hardly speak as masturbation we had stepped Cum On Tits back onto the platform. My hand cupped an arse cheek and I was content. Not daring to raise his head he could only hope that none of the enemy around him were handjob looking in his direction as his hand dug into the snow and into his coat, unsheathing the bayonet and slowly pulling it towards the right side of his body, to keep it still concealed but easily accessible. Briefly I thought about Dakota being the personal sex assistant to Bob and Melanie. Anyway, I went mother looking for her but she wasn't in the girls so I knocked on the guys, announcing that a girl was coming in and mom heard back from a random guy in line that there was already a girl in here, but the more the merrier and then laughter." Hmm. Shit. I was stroking my cock slowly looking up and down her body. Then I side step as she’s in mid-air, pull up and drop a three-pointer. I would love him with all my heart. His fist clutched the handle of the mug he’d been passing to me, and a thin packet of powder slipped from his twitching fingers. My rich-bitch sex slave cupped her conical tits, her fingers squeezing those little mounds. “My hands are not slimy,” I insisted, “They are soft from years of idleness while yours are hard and calloused from hard toil.” 0125 – Lars I grabbed both of his wrists and held them behind his back with one hand. At the moment, it was just one platoon, sixteen men, but there were more than a hundred more waiting upriver, and a thousand waiting out of the water. Warum war mein Kopf gerade so langsam?