His cock head was thicker now and much warmer and growing faster. It was such a thrill to watch it grow in her hand. She loved how it felt as it harde...ed.She used her other hand now to cup his balls and rolled them around in her hand. Ray moaned and sighed with pleasure. She watched his face and especially his eyes. They were closed and she was sure he was still asleep. So she worked her hands faster now. Still being as gentle as she could Jenny could feel his shaft growing longer and harder as. I would not. Not for at least fourty five minutes of anal pounding. She suffered under my cock that night. I yarded it out of her butt, and her asshole stayed open. It was gaping open, and flexing. Her asshole was bright red, as was the skin around it. I plunged my cock back into her, as she began to wail and beg me to stop. Her tiny balled fists pulling the sheets off, and pounding the mattress (that never gets old seeing). There were never any tears from her eyes, just vocal crying and. There are mounted mirrors in the cell, mirrors everywhere so that he could see what they did to him, holding him down as they told him what they were going to do to him and worse, what they were going to make him do. Slowly they peeled away his clothes, his defenses, his last shreds of self, their eyes cold yet burning with all sorts of dark masculine desires, letting him see it and hear it. He remembers begging them, pleading them not to, but his appeals meant nothing and they did what they. " Mark?" Mr. Bloom. The thing is..." What?" He wants me to do something for him first." What? Dump your hubby?"A strange look came over her face. "Yeah, something like that." And you're willing to do that..." Yeah ... well ... that part at least," she said with a blush and she walked away.I was confused, so I walked over to Mr. Bloom's table."Hi Becky ... or should I call you 'Marilyn'? You really are looking quite sexy today," he smiled."Call me whatever you want, as long as you tip well," I.