...that went on for a few years, alternating in secret and hiding between the dong and shovel handle...until I started reading about fisting in those ...tories. It was described at a very realistic and extreme level, and the accompanying pics to the stories of tied up slaves receiving fists stuffed wrist deep into their cunts with the looks of pain on the receivers faces really got it going for me. Ever since I'd been wishing and dreaming, in secret, to have a brute manhandle my cunt with their. ”“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” Royalty wiggled his butt while rolling his eyes.“I told you. I love my wife.”“Yeah! You love her so much you fuck me,” the bottom giggled.“Damn! You crazy,” the minister slapped the cheeks hard again.“Owwwwww!”“You better quit actin’ up, boi,” commanded Wilk.“Yes, sir! I wanna feel that dick,” cooed Royalty.“Hang on! Let me eat that boipussy!”Wilk tongued the butt crack and booty hole expertly. Royalty writhed happily enjoying the sensations. Wilk spat in his vixen’s. . i didn’t tell hubby about this thinking he didn’t or want to know anyway.It was a strange feeling not wearing panties, something i hadn’t done before, as the evening wore on everyone had a few glass’s of wine etc and people were dancing with different age people and hubby had been dancing the bridesmaids and mostly younger people, i noticed him touching or holding their bottoms and dancing very close with them, i though the dirty sod copping a feel as he did.well after a while one of my. She saw three windows, the lowest was about twenty-five feet off the ground, the next was forty-five feet and finally the top one was over sixty feet off the ground. Each had a glass window and what looked like vertical iron bars, similar to what one would expect on a gaol or prison. Chrystanna once again, circled the tower. She discovered that there were a total of twelve windows in the tower and seemed to alternate floors. The side with the door had windows on the third, fifth, and seventh.