I rise and grasp her hips and roughly pull her up onto her knees, her face pressing firmly against the van floor. I lean over a little and place one h...nd flat against her pussy, the heel of my palm mashing her clit against her pubic bone. With my other hand I grab one of her generous tits and squeeze it hard through the material of her shirt, mashing it, twisting, stretching it painfully. Each time I ruthlessly slam my big cock into her I pull back on her tit with all my strength and powerfully. ”I popped my eye open, and of course Marta a saw me. “My dear, dear boy. Would you like...” she held up her breast. Well, there are some treats one never turns down.“Thank you aunty-mother, I would love some.” I said. She leaned down and I lifted myself up. But before I latched on I asked, “Perhaps Cynthia would like some also?”“Oh, I couldnÔt impose,” she said with great courtesy, brightly wrapped in apprehension.But Marta settled down on me and seconded the offer to Cynthia, so the my newest. .don't know! It sounds exciting but she does not drink. She is my wife and I know she won't be comfortable with drinking. But if you insist......!." Why not!!! I am not going to force her to do anything. She is your wife and she will be mine only on your permission and I will try to save your job!" Monica returned and sat on the sofa and Jaggi urged her to drink a glass. She was about to protest but then accepted the glass. She sipped it, coughed a little and I patted her back and ran my. She crouches down, feet on the plank, and puts the egg shaped weight into the fork. By slowly standing up she stretches the elastic, and her sensitive parts. When she is almost standing the metal fork springs sufficiently to release the weight, which flies up and hits her crotch, causing a shriek of pain. She repeats this exercise twenty times by which time her whole body is trembling. Releasing the clamp produces another surge of pain. Lying on the bed she appreciates the throbbing in her clit.