”I started to cry, I hugged her and said; “you want to marry me?”“Yes! I want you to be my wife.”“But we just met.”“Sara I can’t say...much right now, but I have known you for a long time.”“How do you know me? I never saw you before that time at the restaurant!”She got on one knee and said; “Sara I can’t tell you right now, but will you Marry Me?”“I wish I could, but I promise Kara I’ll be hers until I die.”We held each other until Rose got up and said; I have to go pick up Heather, will you stay. If I had to guess the ages of these two women I would say mid teens for the younger one and maybe mid to late 40’s for the one doing the fisting, she may have been older but she looked stunning. By now my hand was jerking on my own cock as I gazed upon the orgy before me, grunts, groans, sexual moans from all mixed in with crying and screaming from the slaves being used and abused and cheering from the guards watching on. The lady being used by the three guards at once was now showing signs. She hoped that Gabe would call her, but if he didn’t, his presence alone stirred a desire within her that was in need to be unleashed. ‘Look Liz, I’ve got to go. I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes.’ ‘Okay, don’t forget Sunday. Dave has been talking non-stop for the last week about how excited he is you’re bringing that D-A-M-N salad. Mama doesn’t swear Trent, promise.’ They both fell into giggles before disconnecting. Samantha walked back into her classroom and tossed her phone into her purse.. The stimulation she now felt was from the two pinching clips attached to her labia. Mark then began applying plastic clothespins to Joan’s hard nipples then randomly about her breasts surrounding her areola. Each little pinch of skin captured by one of the clips was like a little nip of flesh by the teeth. The pain was piercing and blended with her high state of arousal as the stimulation continued. The next sensation was that of a firm objet being pressed against her rectum as Mark slowly.