So she struggles, even though she knows that this onlymakes it better for him.Another man takes her mouth. She most certainly does not bite. Indeed,sh... does what she can for him, hoping to buy a little mercy with herwet, able tongue. He fucks her throat enthusiastically, and he is longenough to be dangerous: she cannot breathe on the down thrusts, andmust time her respiration very carefully.Two men stand on either side of her face and masturbate. The one whoholds the thing she cannot think. ” Both grannies gasped and were wide-eyed with panic and immediately stopped rubbing as they wondered if they would earn another spanking.Emma looked around and saw Alice and Lucy and held up her hairbrush and said, “Thanks so much for letting us use these.”Alice laughed and replied, “You keep them, girls, and use them again out here if you need to spank these old women thieves again.”Emma smiled back and said, “Thank you. We will make sure we do just that.”Emma then glared at the two grannies. I tried to relax and open for him, and after a few seconds, I felt my rectum expand and blossom enough for him to push almost an inch of his very talented tongue into it. I giggled and wiggled. Then he pushed a finger into me, and I goggled. His probing digit and wet tongue did something to my erogenous zone index, and without even touching my clitoris, I had a monumental orgasm that seemed to vibrate in and out of my intestines for at least a minute. I quivered and shook, in a feeling totally. ‘What you have inside of you…’
 ‘How do you…’ I began, but Madam G cut me off. Her eyebrows squished together like touching wisps of clouds as her forehead furrowed. Her gaze bore through me. ‘… is a seed, planted. A seed that grows from one thing and one thing only. Lust. Lust is what feeds it, lust is what makes it grow. It cannot survive without it. It is a parasite that grows, eating lust, growing larger until it wears the skin of its host, and the host becomes nothing but a shell.’ ‘Does.