So grabbed her by the back of the neck and pumped harder still. She screamed, “OH FUCK YES! That’s it baby! Right there fuck my dirty hole! We w...re both in the moment now as my balls rhythmically slap against her wet pussy. She matched my groove by grinding her hips into me allowing for even deeper penetration. It was amazing... “Oh yes… Come on baby fuck me right there… fuck me harder!!! Fuck me deeper!!! FASTER!!! OH FUCK YES!” She now moved with primal conviction, as I sensed her. I mean it hurt both of us. Anyway, Martha must have been used to it because the pressure wasn't near the same as Linda's ass.Martha was in her thirties and divorced once. She was married to an accountant back in Indiana. If she fucks other men like she fucked me, her marriage probably isn't far from being over again. I have to say, I loved it - the sexual freedom of fucking another man's wife. It was great, but then I thought of Linda. What if she did this sort of thing? Now I was back on a. Ten, fifteen strokes, at least. Then he grunted, as if he was in pain, and headed for the bedroom.As she lay in bed next to her snoring spouse later that night, Alex allowed her hand to steal down to that aching place between her thighs. She was still sticky from Harold's cum, another word she had learned, and the slippery fluid aided her fumbling fingers. She had never done this before, had never thought of it until she had seen those pictures, and just touching it lightly felt so good. There. I’m just getting myself warmed up. You’ll love it.”“No. No I won’t!” Tears were streaming down her face. “This fucking hurts and I hate it!”“Pain can be pleasure. If you let it be.” I walked back around the table and opened a drawer next to her. Her curiosity got the better of her because she looked and sobbed. A drawer with nails and a hammer was what she saw. “Time to nail those tits to the table so you can’t move at all.” Christine begged and begged me to not do this, but I didn’t care. I.