This one was easier, already open, he forced Justine down by pushing down on her head until her neck fit so nicely into the hole."Put your arms up and...in them, I won't tell you twice."She complied, not sure why, her body too exhausted, the fight taken out of her. She saw the wood under the neck hole stained dark, victims' saliva having soaked it. She put her hands up, her legs pressed tightly together, her thighs sticky with her cum. He released her head, the shadow of the pillory fell down. He expected her to service these friends of his as the price for returning her property. She may well have returned with the hopes of again being with Miguel but he had another thing coming if he thought that she was a common trollop.“How dare you suggest what I’m thinking you are Miguel. I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am…” she got out before he interrupted her.“After yesterday we both know you are a puta so let us not play games senora. You no doubt returned today with the hope. Her tongue darted into the edge of the undulating dark fissure that was Ann's asshole. All the while, nudging the panties lower and lower, until Ann was able to rid herself of the silky encumberance, and lay naked before her friend and lover."Go inside me... go inside!" Ann moaned, writhing about in eager anticipation.Rosa wasn't sure which inside she meant, but plunged a finger into Ann's juicy twat, and then lowered her face between her twin globes and sucked upon the puckered orifice until. ’ As I sit across from this beauty in front of me sipping sherry, I was tempted to hold her hand across the table. But that was not the only thing I had in mind. How sweet it would be if I can kiss those full, rosy, soft lips for a moment. Half way through our glass of sherry, Humbly brought out an assortment of olives marinated in a lemon peel herb olive oil and a basket of fresh, toasted focaccia. After letting the two inch thick bread sit for a bit, he slices them in half and then toast the.