Your Mistress hasn't given you permission to cum. Where is she? As you struggle to regain control, you're dimly aware of movement in the room. Someone...steps behind you. You try to turn your head to see them, but your hips are pressed so tightly against the wall that you have very limited movement. The person on the other side of the hole releases your cock from their mouth, and all of your attention is drawn back to the glory hole. Almost with a will of their own, your hips continue to rock. She began pushing back trying to impale herself with his huge black cock. He pushed it a little ways and she pushed back to get it fully in. With one large thrust he bottom out in her pussy and she let out a scream. He was too big and I could see the fear in her eyes as he pushed it back in. He hands reached back to control his thrust but Darien continued pounding deep into her from behind. Her tits were bouncing back and forth with ever thrust. She seemed to accept him deeper and lowered. He moaned as they were molded into place.He was almost finished thick plump dick sucking lips, skin glisteningwith latex his small ass raised up perfectly fuckable the dildo insideit coating it to make it easy to take a cock. His own cock always rockhard and ready his breasts a sexy caricature the breasts of a doll andtoy which he resembled. Finally he was at the last station, the collarcame off him, and on the back of his head a metal plate secured, hecould feel wires moving into his brain. ”“But Michael, Husband...”“They stay. That is my last word. Now come here and remove your clothes.”“Michael!”“The rules are clear. And you might ask your children what happens to miscreants who seek to delay their punishment.”Faith, who was already down to her panties, mimed removing blouse, skirt, petticoats, and a slip. She stood in her panties, feigning reluctance.“Remove your pantaloons, then confess standing.”Now Faith’s slowness in stripping wasn’t feigned reluctance. What had Martha done.