He sat down on the couch and told me to take a seat. I knew where he wanted me to sit so I straddled him and placed my hungry cunt directly over his t...robbing cock.I slowly lowered myself onto his tool. Even though he had fucked my brains out the night before, it was still a tight fit for him to get his cock into my hungry ass. As his cock head went in past my sphincter, I let out a little squeak of pleasure. He placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down onto his cock. It felt. ”Zack started moving but was stopped as she grabbed his leash and gave it a strong tug. Her hazel eyes were daggers, stabbing into his and pulsing with command.“Don't keep me waiting. You're not done tonight.”Zack stumbled into the bathroom and began following her directions immediately. Part of him still couldn't accept what was happening. That an evening which had begun with such promise had turned into some twisted S&M nightmare. He relieved himself and washed the disgusting grime off his. .” “Well let’s get on and try things shall we?” Monica announced undoing her belt, the slippery garment was discarded round her feet. Fuck me!!!! Bare faced naked, she stood in the sunlight, highlights on all her extremities, illuminated and pink. She attempted a classic pose, one leg perched across the other, which tended to exaggerate spare flesh on her inner thighs. Her pubes were a full on, old style, full bush of greying now thinning hair. I bet she’d never heard of, never mind thought of. I felt my pounding pulse in my chest and my head, and moved cautiously because of my nerves. Mrs. Olsen gradually came again into view. She had to be in her late forties or maybe fifty. She was a petite lady, with short, blond hair, very nice to us, and I was friends with her boys. I nervously looked at her chest. She had wide, long breasts that covered her entire rib cage and spilled to the sides due to their weight. There were large pepperoni areolas right in the middle of each, crowned by.