So this was the third guy taking advantage of her very willing mind and body. She did remember that Hank was plowing her pussy deep and hard.“Shit E...ma! It’s time to give up your ass to me! Spread your butt cheeks and prepare yourself, because I’m going to start ass fucking you now!” Hank said. “Are you ready slut? That’s the way! Put your ass high in the air and spread those cheeks!” Hank then pressed his cock head against her tiny pink anus and began a slow relentless pressure. First his cock. She made both a suggestion and a request that each rocked my world to its core! First the suggestion, she said she'd been talking to Ginger, and she knew that both Ginger and Eric were looking for more from my relationship with her. I wasn't sure what Michelle meant by “more.” I was afraid of “more” without there being a “lot more”. "Eric wants you to take Ginger out, alone, just the two of you. Ginger wants that too." My mind instantly sprang to alert, "Does he understand what that might. I am liberal in the use of the lash. If you do not want your pretty flesh to bear my mark you hadbest be obedient and not utter a bit of complaint. Ahh, here come your fellow scum.’ Elle turned her head and saw the square formation of slaves being marched to the barn. Elle was stunned. The youngest of them was at least a decade older than she. The men and women were uniformly harsh looking. Both the men and women were scarred. Elle thought the women were looked especially hard. Elle could tell. Now." But when she tried, she realized that he was not yielding. That the buttplug was firmly at her entrance and that moving back would mean to push herself onto the rubber toy. "Now." He repeated and shaking, she began.She made it about halfway-back when he could sense her hyperventilating. She was almost there? just another two centimetres and she would be over the broadest point and he knew she could do it."Relax? angel. Now, move back and forth, yes, go ahead." And he felt a painful.