.. I went limp and layed on her kissing her tenderly now and whispering in her ear how wonderful it was, how not to feel guilt, she was blackmailed ...nto this back now she was my property, my private fuck slut like her daughter, and did she now understand why her daughter was my submissive slut... she said "oh yes, I understand, and although it is so wrong and I will feel guilt, I will pray, but I loved it and want more, help me, but I want more!" I smiled at her and as I pulled out I. The sooner I get out of here the better," Chantalpondered before the speaker came on again.Ladies, just as I anticipated. No one wants to volunteer to help poorMelanie and I completely understand. Every woman remembers the firsttime she allows herself to be penetrated and rides a love pole; andit's not just because of the sensual and exquisite feelings that coursethrough her entire body. There is also a little pain and tendernessthat eventually goes away with continued practice. I am sure. It was more of a statement than a question, but I looked up at him as he continued to fuck my throat and smiled. Tears of mascara were now running down both cheeks as my eyes watered uncontrollably. This only further pushed him on. He was thoroughly enjoying the mess he was making of my face and wanted to see how brutal of a throat fuck I could handle. He continued to grasp at my hair with his right hand and wrapped his left hand around my throat. Jason then told me to get up and he pushed me. She thought 'I feel quite chilled', and immediately shivered, making her smile at the humour of it. Down below, on the bottom path, she noticed two lovers strolling, enjoying time together. She followed them with her eyes, enjoying being unseen. When they stopped, she sensed their arousal. As they embraced, she looked away, only to find her vision dragged back to the unfolding scene. The couple were in a deep embrace, their passion clearly aroused. The woman on the bench pulled her coat more.