I slid my hands up to her heaving tits, already covered in a slight sheen of sweat, holding her down as I continued lapping at her clit.After her thir... orgasm rocked through her body, almost forcing my fingers out with the strength of the contractions, I broke away and started kissing up her body. Her stomach first, then taking a few seconds to lavish attention onto each nipple, before finally coming face to face with this flushed beauty. My cock head painfully close to its intended. I knew for a fact that at eighteen she had absolutely no experience with men’s cocks and the damage they could do to her unopened doorways to heaven on earth in copulating bliss.One night after Aunt Rose was in her cups and I helped her up to the bedroom, I sat her down on the sofa and convinced her that she needed a “massage” to take care of her aching legs and feet all worked to a frazzle cleaning the pool. She was still wearing the one piece swimsuit that she loved so much, and I had easy. And he was going to put that in my ass.He walked around behind me while his wife pulled some pillows down to lean against. I couldn’t really see him but I soon felt my right ankle being pulled toward the bedpost it was tied to. Then the same thing happened with my left, spreading my legs wide. “Eat me, slave,” his wife ordered, lifting my head with both hands before sliding her crotch into my mouth.Her pussy was soaking wet and her clit was very large and very hard. I obediently starting. Peter nodded. "Sure."Daisy felt her chest tighten. "a better price"? Her head was swimming with horrible, frightening thoughts. What if Peter was not what he said? Here she was, friendless, thousands of miles away from home and, now, unlikely ever to see it again. She wondered how she could have been so naive as to travel so far, put herself into the hands of a group of sadists and then expect them to just send her on her way when two weeks were up. She looked at Peter but it just scared her..