In the car, Lois explained that her chosen activity was a Gray Line tour of the city of Philadelphia. "I've never taken the tour myself," she said. "I...'ll be educational for both of us."The next three hours were educational, but they featured too-frequent exits and re-entries to the Gray Line Tour bus, and when the tour ended, both of them were pleased that it was over."Educational, but tiring," Lois said. "I'm sorry, Paul, it was thoughtless of me not to consider what the bus would be like,. “Look at these milkers! We are going to have some fun with these momma!’She knew there were three in the van, and the driver said, “were here!” It was an old farm,with a barn. They slid the door open,untied her hands and dragged her bare ass across the ground.”Go ahead ,and scream bitch ain’t no one going to hear you out here!’She said they hung her by a big hook hanging from a beam, bent over a sawhorse with her arms behind her, and legs tied to the sawhorse. She said she begged them not to. She then went to light the scented candles that she had placed in various places in the bedroom so that there would be just enough light for Robert to see his very own “home show”! Robert looked bewildered, not too sure as to where he fitted in at this stage, or what was going on as he sat and watched Samantha walk around to the end of the bed and start to sway her hips to the music. Unbeknown to Robert, Samantha was about to unleash a completely new side of herself to him. Facing Robert she. Oh, God!” I exclaimed, as I felt as if every last drop of my spunk were squeezed from my balls through the tube that was my dick into her slippery, wet, warm snatch.“You liked that a lot, didn’t you? Good to know. I’m far from done, of course. Far, far from it. We have many hours left to go, hours of pleasure, of love, of passion. Hours of you being my prisoner and me taking you to the heights of ecstasy. You’ve made me cum far more than I thought possible. I’ve done oral before, both kinds,.