By the time he’d got the first five inches in to her, she was grinding back on to his cock and begging for more. “I feel so full!” she gasped ov...r and over. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Tell your husband where my cock is!” he instructed. “He’s got his cock in my ass honey,” she called over her shoulder. “I know,” I replied. “I can see! It's right in front of my face!” I leaned in for a closer look. Mr Eight had moved around to help himself to a feel of her tits. I turn she pulled. And I didn't know why until hisbirthday came round and he produced a bottle of Tullamore Dew. He wasadamant that Tom and I share it with him. Now, I'm no whiskey drinkerbut nor was he. Tom could have drunk paint-stripper all night and shownno ill effects. We found out the secret of his initials when the bottlewas two-thirds empty.He confided to us that his name was John-Mary, which he foundtremendously embarrassing. He was terrified the workers would find outand start calling him Mary (which. Kneeling atop her, the ball gag was forced into place. A leather collar was then padlocked around her neck. Kathleen now realized she was dealing with a sadist, and helpless in his hands. Paul completed her bondage by tying her ankles together, then attaching the other end of the rope around her neck. She was now hogtied in a manner that would result in strangulation if she struggled. Thoughts that he might be homicidal entered her mind.Next was a monolog recital of just what Kathleen could. Hearing the flush from the bathroom and her walking back in the room, she said are you ready for round two sweetie I’m really going to fuck you good this time. Yes, was all I said yes what she yelled as she gave me a slap wither had this time, she must have wound up pretty good because it went beyond a sting. Yes, mistress I’m ready for you to please fuck me in the ass. She squirted lube up my ass again and I could feel it dripping out and running down my legs I felt her against my ass and the.