This went on for a few minutes before I decided to take things to the next level. Pulling away from her breasts for the final time, I tried to make my...way down to her pussy, but she stopped me before I could. Whats wrong? I asked. This is your fantasy, she reminded me, not mine. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I wondered as I watched her jump up and rush out of the room. Unfortunately, the answer was not revealed until a few minutes later, when she returned with a large strapon attached. He said he wanted rice meals and also he said he wanted my mom’s ass. Everyone laughed and he pulled the stone hanging from my ball. I got severe pain. I went inside and brought the plates and then the food. 5-6 men stood up and started looking at mom’s gorgeous body.The leader of the gang said to me :she asshole. We don’t want to fuck her pussy.Because sometimes we will get aids.And he plucked bananas which were there in the shop and peeled them. And he inserted one in her pussy. The banana. The first time was when we lived in southern California, this girl friend of hers, husband and I worked together back then, and we had a number of explicit conversation about our women at the local topless bar, a place called the Cherry Pit A Go Go. I had shown him several Polaroid pictures of my wife naked and bound an had talked in some detail about what I had done to her! Enough that I felt comfortable in telling him that his wife had hit on me!Now you have to remember that back in those. “I really don’t want to do this, but I feel it necessary.” He said and covered my eyes with the fabric. I was in complete darkness. “Now,” he said, “lace your fingers together and hold out your hands.” “Please, don’t do th-”Smack! The back of his hand connected with my cheek firmly and I shut up doing what I was told. I sobbed like the little girl I looked like.He tied my hands together and wrapped a few loops in between my hands before tying it off. I could feel the weight of extra fabric drop.