She couldn't see the cross with its cruel hook. Her arms were shackled to the ends of the cross widely spread. She was eased onto the hook with it pen...trating her ass five or six inches. A belt was then loosely fastened around her preventing her from moving away from the post.A motor started and the post rose up slowly toward the vertical. Her blindfold was whipped off and she could see the spectators looking at her. As the post rose to the vertical, her body slid down the rough wood and. Mere ghar ke baju me ek kamwali aati hai lagta nahi ki wo kamwali hai kya maal hai me usko hemasha look deta rahta hu aur vo bhi muje dekhte rahti hai ,Ek din me school ja raha tha to mene usse pocha marte hue dekha uss din ussne low cut dress phena tha aur duppata bhi nahi tha to muje uss ke bade bade boobs dekhe me to jess pagal ho gaya uske piche uske boobs 36 ke kamara 26 ki aru main gand 36 ki thi .Me usske boobs dekh raha tha aur jab usse pata chala to vo andar chale gayi me puri rat apna. “Touché! I think I’m feeling like Wendy is with her hormones, I’m growing constantly horny for cock and pussy.”“Oh no, not you too?” he falsely cried. “At least I don’t have to use condoms on you when we fuck.”“You never have and never will. Once I’ve had our third baby, I’ll have my tubes tied.”“Three?!” he cried.“Yes, three, lovely, beautiful, babies!”They hugged and had a long and passionate kiss. She guided his right hand inside her top to her bare breast and his left went under her short. And he told me how he knew me so well. After months of learning to trust. It started innocently enough in the Spring when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. He was just someone who informed me he admired my work. I'm an artist in several media. I am known for creating literary works and doing illustrations for them, as well. And, at times, I've written and performed songs that complement my stories and poetry. So, even though I am rather shy, I did allow him to enter my world on occasion..