I was in the mood to masturbate, and not for the first time that night. I thought it a bit strange the way she glanced at me while I poured. It was as...if she were trying to sent me a telepathic message.Then I realized that was exactly what she was not trying to do. The tingle and perspiration that comes with such pregnant pauses hit me. I sat heavily on the sofa, sipping my wine, hoping the sensation would pass, or that Tara would change the subject.She did, finally, by apologizing for putting. When her ass met his loins she had finally conquered this huge beast. Loud throaty moans escaped their mouths as Kathy waggled her butt to feel this steel rod rotating in her bottom. She was amazed at the sensation of his cock up her ass. Fuck, it felt so much better than she had ever imagined. Amanda and Kate now sucked on her teats and played with her full tits that she felt no longer any discomfort. Unbelievable rapture started to spread around in her deeply occupied rectum. Her clit was. I am folded to my Master's will as I feel my ankles anchored upon each of his shoulders.My Master no longer teases me. He is no longer gentle with me. I feel the entire shaft of his cock as it enters me quickly, piercing me to my core. I feel his pubic hair against my lips as he completes his journey to the depths of my womb. He does not linger as he fucks me like a brute. Only my shoulders, my arms and my wrists are touching the tree trunk as he suspends me for his vicious yet loving. "Maddux," Lana said to me when the kiss broke, "I need you tonight; RIGHT NOW!" She said this with such intensity that I knew that I had to postpone our conversation about her work with this turd, Van Horn. My wife, right then, was caught up in a heightened level of passion that I usually only detected in her about two or three times a year. And I was not about to waste the moment by spoiling the mood.On, God, did we fuck that night! This was one of those rare three-timer nights for me, and I.