Then move stuff in. My 1st surprise! I was expecting mattressedor something. In John garage were what I thought was ordinary "guy project" stuff. ...he stuff they never finish. Before we had them all brought inside I was already wet with anticipation. All these items were in pieces we assembled one and after that drank wine and waited for strong men to show up. We had:- A Stockade- A Crucifiction Cross - A Gallows (with a real working trap door)- A steel cage (big enough for 3 girls) -. Her legs were spread, her nightgown pulled up to her waist. Her husband, the Reverend Dwight Garrison's unsightly bulging flab pressed into her abdomen, thrusting madly into his wife's vagina. What the Reverend didn't see was his wife's eyes. If he had bothered to look at her in the darkness, he would have seen tears gathering there --- the tears of unfulfillment. As usual, he was out of touch with her needs, her desires. Though he was an esteemed member of the community, his wife usually came. Best thing I've ever felt." There's nothing like seeing the girl who makes your world go so happy because she just gave you a blow job. We cleaned up and finished with a few more kisses before rushing to get home in time.We were happy. The track season kept us busy. School was a necessary evil. But the end of term was approaching. Friends at school started asking if I'd "gotten any". There were many guys jealous that I was with Kelly and most imagined what they'd be doing with her. I kept our. ”There is that better?” I asked.“Yes,” she sighed.“You didn’t say thank you, you ungrateful bitch.” Her captor was angry.I walked around her back.“There’s a punishment for bad manners.” My cock was solid again after witnessing her explode.I lowered her slightly so she had to bend at the waist, I rammed my cock between her thighs and left it at her entrance. I grabbed a handful of her hair tightly and put a hand on her hips. ”You will learn manners, whore.”Angrily I began fucking her, hard and.