First we went to the bathroom and we each gave each other and enema then to my room and on to my bed. I lay on my back and she placed the tip of her c...ck against my tender asshole. I was well lubed and her cock was very hot and hard. She inched it in just a little, then a little more and more. Then out again and back in. This very slow pace was not to last however, for soon her balls were slapping my ass as she fucked me very hard. I was in extreme pain but somehow enjoyed this. She fucked me. Pass the gravy, ahhh, Bisto!" Isn't it amazing how those silly advertising tag-lines stick in your brain for decades? The delightful mental images of The Bottom began to fade as I absent-mindedly sorted through the yams and onions. With the necessary root veggies in our cart, we headed off to scan the shelves for the gravy mix in aisle seven. More accurately, my wife was scanning the shelves while I leant on the cart glancing left and right just in case.... My prayers were answered! The two. ‘Oh, fuck, Annabella, what are you doing to me.’ Lifting me up, telling me. ‘Put your hands on the rail and hold tight.’ He grabbed the soap, pushing it in and out of my ass, so he could slip his cock into my tight little star.He slipped in very easily, right to the hilt, his balls slapping against my clit, and his open hand pressed the small of my back down. This opened me up more to him. His hand snaking round to my clit, he rubbed hard on my protruding swollen little nub. Hearing me moan, he. WHACK! His teeth clenched, sweat popping out on his forehead, he waited for the next blow. WHACK! Chloe paused until he had almost recovered from each blow, her left hand squeezing her nipple, as she slowly repeated the lash on his cock and balls for about ten minutes, and he began to break down under her whip. WHACK! She smiled as he began to cry out, and quickly did another. WHACK! as she sent his still stiff hardon swinging to and fro. He was crying out openly now, after each blow..