Words cannot describe the humiliation I felt as she stuck her finger deep inside my asshole, then 2, then 3. Then finally she inserted the butt plug, ... winced and cried in pain as it entered my hole, I heard laughter from behind me. After 2 more slaps I heard the words "stand up", to much pain I did and saw my sister hold the inflator to my buttplug, " I think we will leave this hanging out like a little tail to remind you you are mine, go on say it, say I am mistresses slut".I repeated and I. It must have been the forth or fifth time of cock cleaning before Carl realized with horror this was it. His sexy blonde queen gasped and moaned as the spittle covered cock of Mr B pulled from her and then thrust back into his sore ass the burning sensation and frenzied drilling sending sparks up his prostate. At the same time the evil Madison forcefully tugged Nicole's head back towards Carl’s cock head making her to swallow to her throat limit again.Madison winked at the gagged Carl pressing. I had bumped into Jessica, a single girl, who by chance was in the room next to mine on the third floor of the boutique hotel overlooking the sea. At dinner our tables were next to each other and we decided to share just one table. It had been a lovely first evening. We had shared a couple of bottles of wine with our food and had chatted for ages about everything. Jessica was a dark haired, dark eyed, attractive English girl in her mid-twenties. She was taking a break and traveling around Italy. It was an interesting way to learn what we liked -- I can still remember the first time we saw a picture of a really hot transsexual with giant tits and a huge cock -- both of us stared at that photo for a really long time, it was definitely kind of a confusing thing for us to see. We both loved looking at pictures of big tits, but of course, all of our experience was with cocks, so that photo was definitely something for us to think a lot about. We spent some time talking about it, and after.