Carrie could only imagine the tortures that she would be subjected to as the women forced her face down, placed a wedged shape cushion beneath her hip..., and tightened the belt through the carabineer ‘s in the floor, she tried one last time to fight against the abuse’s being committed against her but she was helpless to stop them. Carrie cried as the women forced her legs apart in an obscene split. Foam cushions with suction cups were placed beneath her thighs, knees and ankles , straps running. Flitting her tongue she began to lick the backside of his perineum to his virgin pink asshole. Her right hand reached underneath and secured his cock while her left hand moved to her mouth for lubrication. Slipping her thumb in his ass her mouth went to work sucking gently on his balls. “Let’s play farmer baby” she said her mouth pausing from lightly sucking and tonguing his swollen sack “I’m the farmer, you’re the bull. I have to milk this semen from you.” Her mouth moved back to it’s place as. "Anything you need from town?" Can I get some iced tea?" Of course Anna chipped in when a grocery trip was mentioned."Sure..." Karen fished out a pen and a shopping list and scribbled it down. "Cal?" Just some more fruit, surprise me." She chuckled, then headed off to the car. A minute later she drove off to town. The distant surf was almost inaudible through the gentle rustle of tropical foliage. Even with my eyes closed, I could picture scenic view in front of me: Nearly glassy clear blue. Kevin had a vaguely crescent-shaped scar on his shoulder from an old love-bite. I don't know what kind of things he'd been forced to do when he was alive. I know that he'd hated the thought of sex. He would have resisted me when he was alive. I bent low over him and opened his mouth with a gentle kiss. His cold lips were firm against mine, and I pushed my tongue past, into his dry mouth, rubbing myself up against his tongue, plunging into the depths of him, moving more passionately as my desire.