Glade wasn’t as surprised as she thought she would be when she was told that a strange woman had appeared in the village. This was when she was retu...ning home from the woods with the other village-women where they’d been foraging for herbs, roots and mushrooms. It was unusual enough that the strange woman was unaccompanied. Although she dressed as a Cave Dweller, she was otherwise just as alien as Glade or the Red Haired People, with which the Cave Dwellers had a cordial association. Her skin. Seconds later his big dick was past my ring and reaming me out. Michael came over and stood in front of me, his prick johnny’d-up and attentive. He grabbed my bra cups and lifted them over my boobs so they came free, then reached round behind me to undo and remove the bra completely, then he pushed his chest against me, sandwiching me hard between himself and James. His penis pressed against my mound. I was dripping. He reached for his erection and pushed it down as he moved his hips slightly. I watched as Lynn poured herself a vodka and hesitated and then poured more vodka into her glass. We were all sitting at the table and I thought I would get the conversational ball moving. "Mrs Wesley, I've been telling John about our arrangement, and how nice you are. He just doesn't believe me. Why don't you come over here and give me a kiss?" The look on her face was as good as a spanking and almost as good as a blow job. "Well?" She slowly got up and came around the table to lean over and. It must have been a cane, or something like it.Another.... yowwwww!!! No. No. Too much.Another.... the pain was.... too much....I felt nearness to my head. "Listen, slut. That was just a taste. Understand? You will *always* be keen and enthusiastic to accept my cock. OK?"I moaned and nodded. "Good. Now, where were we?"My legs were pulled apart, my body lifted a little. I felt a finger at my hole again. More lube. And then I felt entry again. He was hard. Really hard. Perhaps that punishment of.