He kissed his way down my belly. "Your husband can't satisfy you like I can. Look at you. You would come if I just breathed on your clit." He rose up ...n his knees, looking me directly in the eyes, challenging me. "Tell me you've felt this way with that little wimp you call a husband." I felt his authority, in his aura, in his posture and presence. I became acutely aware of the disparity of our positions. I on my back, naked, legs spread, pussy exposed and glistening wet before this fully. ’ Max fitted her out and then jammed a woolen cap on her head. ‘Thanks sweetie, now I feel I could take on anything.’ ‘What about sex?’ ‘Perhaps when it gets warmer, you’ve been a good boy.’ The light reflecting off Max’s teeth was enough to get them outside where two saddled horses were tied to the gate. ‘Oooh, really good boy Max. Obviously you know how to get your ass into gear when necessary.’ ‘We leave as early as 4:00 when we pack out to the far pastures.’ ‘Don’t you guys run a truck?’. “You don’t look so bad yourself” as I leered at his naked hard on. Reaching out Mark ran his fingertips along the outline of my cock inside the cotton underpants. That made me shudder with excitement; the feeling was amazing. Moving a little closer he whispered. “Here let me” as he fiddled his fingers inside my underpants rolling them down so that he exposed me completely. “Oh yes baby” he went on taking my cock in both of his hands as he pushed them further down and I wiggled my legs so they. She was genuinely scared of the medieval torture device. Daphne also stepped in and helped Rachel prepare for the insertion of the pear. She squirted a lot of lubricant from a tube on Jessica's ass and started fingering it into the bound girls asshole. First with two fingers, but soon enough three, four and eventually Daphne's whole hand disappeared into Jessica's ass. The inflatable dildo apparently had done its job in opening up the girl's well-trained back door. When Daphne pulled her hand.