But, it was a perfect feeling. It was the perfect combination of all prior insertions plus something new and wonderful added. It penetrated just deep...enough, just fast enough, and rubbed her right spots in just the perfect way. One orgasm, two, three, who knows? Janet wasn’t interested in counting, only in savoring. The pleasure was intense, yet, so wonderfully orchestrated, that she never experienced her usual, post-orgasm, sensitivity that made her need to stop for a moment and she simply. Thinking of tight places led him to consider another tight hole, this one much nastier than the first.“Tell me Miss Hart, have you ever been fucked up the ass?” She shook her head, never letting the cock out of her mouth. “Would you like to?” She paused, ever so slightly. Mr. Smith could feel her resistance rising like a cold tide. He pushed back “I think you would like it if you gave it a try.” She slowed down, paused longer this time. Still resisting, but her will was ebbing. “If you hate it,. That meant it was one of the others who turned me in as a foreign bitch that needed a lot of anal training to get me in line.The headman chastised me verbally and kicked me in my ass a few times. Since he was old enough to be my grandfather, I was not overly upset over it because I think he did more damage to his old bones than he could ever possibly do to me. His little harem of wives all giggled at the sight of me getting it and I didn’t even blame them because they were all doing some of the. Then she turned, wiping her eyes, and walked out of the door.Which brings us back to me, standing in the hallway, trying to decide how to proceed. I had three hours, which seemed like a long time. Until you considered it was the last three hours I'd have with her for the foreseeable future.I lifted my right arm and sniffed my armpit.Yeah, a shower was a good idea.I left my clothes in the guest bedroom, and went to the bathroom. The house was probably forty or fifty years old. When they built.