I moan, and as I moan, you turn it on with a remote you have in your hand. You get on your back, and get gets over you and slides his cock in your pus...y, and he starts fucking you, you make the machine match his rhythm of how he’s fucking you! We all start moaning. Then he stops, he tell’s you to keep the machine going. He gets the chair and puts it in front of me! He grabs my head and says “OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH BITCH!” I open my mouth and he slides his huge cock across my face until it pops. You little beauty,” he said thickly.The young body... the sex all hot and slippery... suddenly jerked violently and Marisa collapsed against him, her mouth opening, harsh rasping sounds coming from it.“Lovely... just lovely...” smiled Quentin, continuing to titillate his victim until the last spasm was rung from her.Then he gave the girl’s bottom a stinging slap. “O.K... off with you, little one,” he ordered with a raucous laugh. Sobbing, face buried in her hands, Marisa tottered out of the. Looking at her husband's rugged face, somehow tonight it looked softer, gentler. He's so happy to be home," she thought, giving him a smile as she approached the two men."Sarah, honey, come sit here by me," Amos said, smiling up at her. "Emmett tells me you love the prairies. My cowboys and I are going to teach you to rope and to ride. We're going to make a real cowgirl out of you." Amos, maybe she doesn't want to become a real cowgirl," Abigail said, laughing at her husband's enthusiasm."Oh,. I expected her to jump right up. Instead, she just sat there for a second, looking at me with this tortured look on her face like I’d murdered someone.Finally, she whispered softly, with this cold, distant look in her eyes.“Uh, Chris…is that what I think it is?”It was just like the phone call over again. Only this time, there was no clever way for me to spin it. I was far too humiliated to look her directly in the face. Instead, I quietly looked down and slowly nodded my head. I wanted to.