When they were taking their tea, they asked me to bend down, i.e. be in a gmurghih position. After the tea, they started a second round of fucking... All of them fucked me except my husband. My pussy was used for this purpose. During that i was treated as pure slut. Now was the turn of my gand, which was not virgin now. They fucked it twice each. It was torn apart. We were all tired by then. I told them that i was hungry and if they liked, i could go to the kitchen and make something for them. He had stopped moving. Then Ann felt the warmth inside her. He had started to deposit his seed. He gave a little growl as if to say “take that my bitch”.Tied to Ann Digger continued to impregnate this unusual bitch. He cared little what she was. He only knew what nature had taught him. Fuck, squirt, withdraw. The withdraw part would take almost 6 minutes but after a number of attempts, each one causing Ann to squeal, out he popped. His cock now free Ann’s pussy dripped dog cum onto the inside. In evening when I went to receive her I was shell-shocked. She was wearing a red tight top which was exposing her boobs so nicely and the deep neck of the top was showing the cleavage perfectly. The moment she got on the bike I raced it as I was unable to control myself.On our way to home, we were discussing on what we will be doing in evening and decided that we play a game. On reaching home I took her hand and welcomed her within, the way a guy asks the girl for a dance. I showed her the home. I also did what everyone said never to do—I said my ‘good-bye and good-luck’ lines in an e-mail to Ellen. Taking everything on myself and trying my best not to show the jealously that had flared up so recently and so quickly that neither one of us had noticed it, I tried to take the edge off the message by titling it ‘Midnight Train to Georgia,’ and paralleling the lines of the Gladys Knight song of that title. I wrote that LA had proved too much for the man, which it clearly had, and that I.