Nothing had prepared her for what she saw upon kneeling down and looking through the hole. Her mother was tied to the headboard by her arms, naked, wi...h a red ball in her mouth held by a leather strap. Her heaving freckled breasts heaved with her flaring nostrils, and had red marks on them that nearly matched the colour of her hair. Ayla cringed as her stepfather, Steve, walked in front of the keyhole on the other side of the door. That ball-gag will keep you quiet now, slut. What do you want. Closing the suitcase, Symphony wondered what she would be able to watch on her television that night.Symphony got to the lumber yard at nine, and for the first hour and a half she was escorted around the fenced-in property by the foreman, a tall man in his later thirties named Curly."And over here," Curly said, pointing to a stack of lumber, "we have the two-by-fours and all our two-by-twos." I see," Symphony replied, pushing her glasses up on her nose a little more and jotting down a note on. “Maybe if the women around here see me getting some cock, they will quit worrying that I am going to steal their husbands”. I was still apprehensive but I was hard as a rock and she knew it. We moved to the back of her car, she bent over the trunk, dropped her shorts and stepped out of them. She had already unzipped my fly to play with my cock while we were kissing. I moved behind her and pulled it out to fuck her. She bent over further and spread her ass cheeks wide as I slid my cock inside of. His hair was tussled by the windy conditions outside, and I gazed lovingly at my husband as he came toward my table. He looked at me with a fire in his eyes I hadn’t seen in weeks. I knew he had been through a lot the last few weeks, his illness had caused a kind of maternal feeling in me. I had never felt that before towards any living creature. However this fire was different than the usual sexual energy contained in his looks at me. It was deeper and more passionate, as though our love had.