He could feel heat like an oven in his groin from the slick friction of his dick scraping the walls of her oily asshole again and again as they fucked... and the more he drilled her the more she wanted.“You like licking it, you like fucking it.”“Uh-huh,” he grunted, pounding away, sweating with a new intensity.“That’s it, keep it up, sticking me with your big, fat rod. I’m going to come big…I always do when I’m assfucked.”Rod suddenly realized he was having the best fuck of his life. Maud’s ass. The quiet helped her relax and, in the greater space, she could do some work. Today as the train slid from the Gare de Lyon through the southern suburbs gathering speed, Helen wrote up a report on her laptop and settled into her chair.After Theo's death, Helen had left Stuttgart and moved to Paris, continuing to work for the same architectural firm, expanding her experience in designing and building recreational spaces. She found an attractive apartment in the Sixième that had the glassy studio. She enjoyed the massage and smell and keep telling Lovely Man…its lovely…Without asking her raised her top from waist and she lifted little make me remove. Her boobs falling down and great view from side. Amruta asked me “where are you watching? I told her that im seeing your back where I don’t want your shorts too. She asked me are you sure and hope I can do that. Saying that she got up sideways showing her back to me and removed her shorts.And she lay down showing her complete bare back. Now. Hundreds of people were milling into the ornate building formerly known as St. Michael's Church. Sisters decked out in leather, lace, PVC and every imaginable sexy costume led their eager slaves by chain and leather leashes. Invitees likewise led their cum thirsty husbands and boyfriends onto the now unholy grounds.Some slaves walked behind their Goddesses. Others were forced to crawl. Many were clad in latex gimp suits and thick leather bondage gear. Others were almost naked. It was a fitting.