I lifted her saree, touched her butthole, and slowly inserted my finger deep with each thrust. Mom moaned softly.Mom: Are you sure it’s the correct ...ole?I nodded. Then I removed my finger and spat on her asshole. Some of my spit leaked down to her pussy. The buttplug was inside my mouth with the handle outside when she looked back. I was sucking it. I tasted my mom’s pussy where the buttplug had been.Mom was speechless. Then I slowly pushed it into her asshole. She let out a sharp moan. She. She saw that and said if that thing gets hard you are still going in here. I said it's OK it gets hard every time my wife handles me while shes locking me up. Well Ann was a pro and in less than thirty seconds I was all locked up. That's faster than my wife does it I told her. Well I've been locking my husband up in one for over ten years. I looked toward him and he undid his pants and let them fall, sure enough he was locked up too. Ann said well look here, I have nothing to fear ..I can leave. At that point in time, Japanese men were little morethan chattel, and were considered the property of their women.The second painting was 'The Ravage'. About a dozen soldiers weredepicted assaulting a group of male nudes. In the center was a shortpowerfully built woman. She had a large boy slung over her shoulder,while she used her other hand to drag a weeping boy by his hair. In herfree hand she held a massive dildo. Her face showed a horriblecombination of lust and rage. There was a clear. Tessa felt her own body respond as her fingers slid past the curve of warm buttocks and directly between the legs of the sleeping figure.Tessa pondered as to who was the wetter between them as the woman under the sheets stirred again, this time parting her legs providing Tessa greater access. Her fingers found their target, and Tessa, a little bolder now, slid two fingers into her partner's moist opening, compelling the sleeping figure to rotate her pelvis upward which caused her ass to stick.