She instantly stopped moving, her breath a furious panting. He watched the small wound fill with blood and start to drip, leaving a trail of red that ...n the dim light of the clearing shone an eerie black."Why?" Jenna heard herself cry out and berated herself for the weakness. Men like these didn't need a why. Men, no, animals like this one did it for the pleasure, for the thrill, to dominate and to subjugate. There was no why here, only pain and most probably death. She had to find a way. ” Calen turns away from her, signaling the end of the conversation.The girl just sighs, irritated and rolls over also, deciding to just wait until the inevitable happens. And sure enough, a couple of hours later, she wakes from her pleasant dream to the feeling of the throb of her father’s member against her lower back. Fuck! It feels even bigger! She suddenly feels torn between enjoying the feeling of the hugs cock pressed against her and waking up the man to talk about the cause. Morality. And then… It was a summer Saturday evening. I was at a barbecue at the home of Keith and Myra Catesby, two old family friends, and was bantering defensively with a male guest of a certain age who was trying to chat me up, when a young woman I didn’t immediately recognize emerged from the house into the spacious garden carrying a large platter of food. I felt a momentary flash of disapproval at the sight of the very abbreviated and frayed denim shorts she was wearing, but that vanished as the. When she pulled out her hand, she was holding a large, flesh-coloured strap-on dildo in her hand. Mary stared at the latex rod with undisguised longing; second only to Mistress’ mouth, it had become her foremost source of sexual satisfaction in the past week. Her pussy contracted with pleasure at the thought of having that 9-inch long shaft pushed inside her. Mistress pulled the strap-on clear of her fly, stroking it teasingly with one fist. She stepped close to Mary and rubbed the head of the.