..your little ass is drunk huh?" I didnt have time to say a word, the next thing I knew he was tearing at my clothes. My tiny little top ripped right...off my breasts the skirt coming off next until since im not a bit panty person I was naked. I started to fight. I saw him looking at my breast and shaved pussy and I knew what he was going to do. I fought him and he laughted at first, then in his drunken state I almost pushed him off me and he got serious. Holding me down with one strong. Yvonne in turn kissed back lovingly as Peter began to undress and fondle her body.This show of tenderness lasted only briefly, and Yvonne's illusions were shattered when she was led into the bedroom and was told that she would be beaten insensible.Yvonne noted that the bedroom, far from being a chamber of horrors, was neat and tastefully decorated - the only give away of what deviancy that might take place there, was the coiled cord, leather shackles, and leather whips that were piled on the. His dick was sticking straight out. Debbie reached up with her left hand and gently grabbed Gene's cock near the base. At least another 4" extended beyond her closed fist. The things I remember most vividly --- that Gene's cock was well beyond her closed hand and that the hand with her wedding ring held another man's cock.Then another moment that will be etched in my mind forever. For the first time since Gene had touched her, Debbie, still holding his cock looked back at me and smiled and. She felt lips and tongue on her own, and reached up to caress the blonde girl's hips, back, and ass."I don't know what to do," she moaned. "I have never done this before. I don't want to do anything wrong." Relax," came a muffled reply, the mouth pulled away for a moment. "Just do whatever you want. Trust me, I will enjoy it."She lifted her head, and gently licked along the wet lips, feeling the girl's pussy quiver under her tongue. Gently probing, she slipped it between her lips, tasting the.