With curtains still hung in every window, most people would think it's occupied. It has served its purpose well over the past few months and this time...should not be any different. It was always the same. On the day of delivery have a wander down to the house. Walk around the neighbouring streets and locate the postal worker. Once they get close to the house, it's a case of standing near the front door with door keys in hand. Walking down to the gate to meet the postie and put on the "oh you. I kept fucking her from the bottom and stood up carrying her and leaned her against the bathroom wall and pounded her hard. I held her ass cheeks with my hands and leaned her against the wall with her legs around my waist and her hands were on my chest trying to push me away but in vain and with my cock pounding deep in her pussy. She kept shouting “Betaaaaa ahhhh nooo…” and I saw tears in her eyes. Seeing her in pain, tears rolled in my eyes. With tears of affection in my eyes, I looked into. All 3 thanked Master Mark , before they washed up and went to spend a boring evening with their cuckold husbands.The Following AfternoonBetty was humiliating her boyfriend’s mom on his orders , Joyce was on her hands & knees , dog-collared & leashed wearing short heels , Joyce was licking the 23year old lady’s ass while master took pics . She led her soon to mother-in-law by the leash to the bathroom, where , the mature wench laid down on her back as the much younger femdom pissed. ”“Steven, be nice! Hal, this is my friend Steve, who works for the police department.”I leaned awkwardly to stick my hand out the window. He took it and we shook hands, the incongruity of the polite greeting at odds with his naked arousal and my hard cock buried inside of the woman between us. Still, we observed the formality. “Officer, nice to meet you.”“Call me Steve – and, after seeing your ass and balls mashed against the window over there, I feel like we’ve already met. That’s something.