. . Fuck! Who are you? she asks, noticing her voice is shaking a bit. In due time my dear, for now, we have other things to attend to. the voice state... calmly. Like what?! she asks starting to get worried. Suddenly hands come from behind her grabbing her tits through her t-shirt, squeezing roughly, pinching and pulling her nipples. Get your fucking hands off me you freak! There is no way in hell your are gonna . . . . . A hard round object is stuffed into her mouth, straps are pulled behind her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. But as I looked on I saw the first petals of a new sexual flowering for Sue. This side of her sexuality opened like a Spring bloom until she was making love to Grace with the same lusty needs as Grace was making love to her.That was only the third day of the two weeks Grace was staying and it set the pattern for how things were for the rest of the stay. Each night of that first week was a variation on Tuesday’s theme. The evening would start with Grace. In all his life he'd only ever done that once, to Caron, the first time. After that, with Caron, things had just... happened. Caron had initiated everything. In fact, he'd come to understand that she'd fished for him and hooked him beautifully, including the beautifully engineered opening that Emma had so brilliantly carried out. In truth, Stan had never stood a chance, but he'd gone willingly to his doom.It wasn't going to be the same with Anne, since she'd expect him to at least make the. What does it taste like you ask so out it comes glistening with my juices and just to torture you a little more I put it into my mouth to taste, and take it out saying wouldn’t you like to know and give you a cheeky wink and slide it deep back into me, by now I’m lying on my side working the rabbit deeper and harder now with my other hand rubbing my swollen clit, which is making my breath shorter with every thrust and your finding it very hard to just watch now and I know it so I move to the.