When he created this index card, he knew exactly how he wanted it to play out. And he was ready. The hairbrush he selected is a high-end horse brush...with bristles similar to stiff strands of wire and the silver plated backing has an intricate word inlaid in the center.?Lay on the bed, face up, pull your knees up to your tits and hold them. You cannot move, not even a little bit or I will start the count over.?He leaves the room again and she eagerly gets into position. Returning, he stops. " Tom felt the wet spot on his shirt continue to grow, and just held her tighter.She sniffed once and he felt her wipe her eyes before she continued her story. "I'm sure you know what happened then. None of the decent women of the town would even look at me twice, and behind my back I heard the same names. That's when I stumbled into Sarah. For good or bad, it would have happened sooner or later. If it hadn't been her, it would have been one of the other women, because it was all that I had.. However, there was no getting away from it- she had a total hourglass figure, and her breasts were, quite frankly, large. They weren’t massive, and they were still in proportion to the rest of her, but they were large, full and rounded in shape, and it seemed that gravity had been kind to them over the years, because they were high and proud on her, although perhaps she just wore a good quality bra, for all I knew. For a woman her age, Lauren seemed pretty well-preserved, and her light brown. Jack tried to get up, but Sabrina kept on him, a right hook, then a left sent Jack down on the ground. "You like to bully queers Jack? Do you?" She yelled. She lifted him up by the collar and rammed her big girly cock down his throat, face fucking him "suck it bitch" she yelled laughing, she let out a high pitched cackle. "who's the faggot now?".she pushed him on the ground and walked over to him flipping over him onto his belly, ripping off his jeans, exposing his buttocks. She reached down.