I could see everyone of the guys rubbing their cocks as they watched apart from one, and that was only because he was next to Bibi and had her tits ou... as she wanked his prick.“Fuck me Ron, I need your fucking cock up me, make me show your mates how much I love your cock and spunk.” At that, I walked away from Ron, leaving him sniffing his fingers, towards the nearest snooker table. I sat on the edge of the snooker table and leant back. I pulled my skirt up and spread my legs wide. “Come on. That can't be good." Robert felt Polygal's presence growing. Shewas penetrating deeper and deeper into the vortex. But at the sametime, he felt her presence growing unstable. He had the distinctimpression something big would happen soon."What are you two doing in there?" The agitated voice of Eli seemed sofar away. Polygal's presence shook violently, as if the presence itselfwas having a seizure. The screen pulsed, the cracks stopping just longenough for Eli to part the curtain to the side. "It. "Let me see it," I moaned, my breath warm against her lips. She grinned wickedly, and turned around, lifting her skirts to reveal the backs of her stockings, the smooth, creamy flesh above, and, finally, her beautifully round bottom. My heart pounding, I reached forward and pulled down her panties, revealing the blunt, flesh-coloured end of the butt-plug that had been stuffed inside my new wife's asshole since early that morning. The knowledge that this wicked toy had been stretching her ring. On the other hand, here she was, far from home, surrounded by people her own age that her mother would characterise as jezebels, idolaters and heathens, and she could do whatever she damned well liked.All the same, the pressure to conform to her faith was overwhelming. It came from the congregation at the Exeter Kingdom Hall, the tiny University Jehovah's Witness Society (JWSoc) and almost every other day from the letters she received from her mother. How could she tell her mother, who she.