My mind screamed stop; stop this thing, the ridges on the fat handle wererubbing inside me and it was going deeper, then they pulled it back only tosh...ve back and further, it was filling me, then it was touching; my knees buckledbut I was held by the rope, I couldn't escape and that feeling was returning. I moaned around the hardening cock in my mouth as fingers started to ticklemy pussy and arse again; the handle excited me so their fingers continued totickle me extenuated the heat inside my. I really wanted to use the gun on warm things. I actually hit something I aimed towards when I was eight. I killed a deer outside Valdosta in the middle of January. My father and I had woken at three in the morning and driven an hour and a half into Georgia where deer are valued only slightly higher than New Yorkers. Being Georgia in deer season at four thirty a.m., it was fucking cold. We both had coffee and 7-11 snack cakes. I ate mine in the car, listening to my dad explain the problems in. There were five or six men with lighter hair standing in the back with me, they were reporters from other news agencies around the world. I said 'hi' to the Canadian guy immediately to my right, I forgot his name but I had met once before in Thailand.Suddenly the man standing on the platform spoke into the microphone,"Greetings my Muslim brothers. I know there are many of you from many different nations, so I am speaking English because I believe you will understand me better speaking English. Suddenly I had completely forgot of my husband until I was told I was possibly moaning a bit too loud!With that he climbed up and slowly slid his cock into my pussy, slowly and gently he rocked back and forth and I came almost instantly. He continued fucking me until I came once again. I have multiple orgasms nearly every time now which was something that I never did or even thought I could do until he first made me.This is always, without exception, the time he rolls me over and fucks me up.