Twisting the small jar open with a ceramic grating, she used two fingertips to scoop out a generous glob. Brenda anointed the head of the wooden penis...with the lubricating mixture. The substance was thin under the Sun's glare and some of it ran down the cock's length. Brenda dipped a second measure of the lubricant, and starting at the tree-dick's head, massaged it into the wooden ridges and valleys along its length. A final small treatment of the gels was left on the bulbous head as a thick. "All I could do was pull against the ropes and try to scream into myballgag."That's it. Fight it slut. It makes it all the more fun for me," Mistressscreamed.Mistress Anne climbed on the bed behind me and lifted my skirt up. Sherubbed some type of lube on her fingers and then shoved them up my ass. Iscreamed in pain. She then applied lube onto her "cock". She put the headof the didlo at my ass opening and slid it in slow. Little by little Ifelt it fillling my ass up. I felt like I was being. She knew she was about to be fucked real hard. It was about to get more rough.She was on quadruped on the floor. I was kneeling behind her with the head of my cock on her cunt which was dipped in her pussy juice. I shoved the whole cock at once inside her, grabbed her boobs with both my hands and started fucking real hard with all the energy I had. She pressed her lips together and closed her eyes. The sound of fucking echoed the whole room. She moaned louder before but I was sure there was no. ” Sleep-deprived, deeply infatuated, horny as hell, but far from sorry. “Look, I already know that the rest of this week is shot. Could I prevail on you for another date next Monday?“I’d be honored.”“Same time? Maybe another nationality’s cuisine?”“What nationality is pizza anyway?” Jen asked. Good question.“American. Chicago isn’t a nationality.”“Tell Da Mare!” Jen was obviously thinking of Daley, not Byrne. “Anyway, I’d be honored.”Now, he only had to get through another six days -- five,.