The Dom’s already lowering Megan’s cuffed wrists as the assistant steps back onto the podium. Sliding a strap underneath Jeff’s back, loosely c...nnecting the wrist cuffs together, Megan’s prohibited from raising her arms above her navel. Laying two of the bricks on the floor the assistant hands the third one to the Dom. Gripping a breast, tweaking a swollen areola, the assistant wraps and ties the string around Megan’s stretching right nipple. Barely able to move her almost limp arms as. As it began to leak out, I stepped away, and eagerly Steve stepped up for his go, and he didn't seem bothered it was already full of my cum, he just placed his cock up against my grandmothers wet leaking arsehole, and slipped into the warm gooey hole.Then a little too excited, he began thrusting hard and fast into my grandmother's arse, and she moaned loudly as a second cock pounded her back passage."Oh Christ! Oh Christ!" she cried as he hammered her backdoor."Oh Christ! My arsehole! He's. She liked the feel of his hands and his body next to her and when his tongued entered her mouth she just gave up. Her mind raced with the excitement of the situation and her body craved the feel of a man’s hands and cock. She wanted them all.He kissed her long and hard and could feel his cock grow. One of the other fellow came over and kissed the back of her neck and then took off her jacket and then unbuttoned the skirt, slid it down. The other fellow was unbuttoning her blouse and taking it. The quality fishing barbs and small, clear container with fine, high-test line were treasures to her. We fished for the rest of the morning and caught a few nice trout with worms and grubs off the dead tree bark. I didn't press her much about her breakfast because she insisted we fish quietly. She grinned all morning over the "Enchanted fishing line," clearly enjoying our intimate time together, although fishing wasn't as brilliant an information source as I had hoped. However, the holding.