"Im going to take the apple out of your mouth no talking" he pulled the apple away then took a bite of it.I was on the table in the middle of the room...my hands srtill bound Greg and his friends held my legs up and Greg tied them to my hands my arse and pussy totally exposed.Greg started to probe my cunt with what looked like a baseball bat handle while one of his friends pushed his big hard cock into my mouth "suck this you fucking bitch"he rammed it hard down my throat making me gag and nearly. ‘Perhaps I was fortunate, perhaps cursed. I was abandoned by my mother but was fortunate enough to be raised by my grandmother, who was a Cherokee and who lived as traditional a life as was possible at that time. We observed the ancient traditions, the dances and the songs, and we lived close to the earth.’ He cleared his throat and dipped up more tea for himself. ‘My dreams were never dismissed as fantasy by my grandmother. We discussed them as if they were any other natural events, and with. In the restaurant the wine started to take affect and Natasha and we all loosened up a little more and, as we did, Mark began to let his guard down and I could see him occasionally try to peek down her blouse when he thought we weren’t looking. Then I saw that Natasha noticed him doing it and instead of pulling away, she then began to lean in closer to him.Although I felt pangs of jealousy, I heart was beating like drum and my cock was throbbing at the thought of this unthinkable fantasy.Just. He put his hands on her buttocks as he felt his climax approach. “Oh, Irene,” he grunted as he pressed his hips against hers and felt the ecstasy of his pelvic muscles pumping his fluids into her.Martin closed his eyes as the orgasmic rush dissipated, replaced by a sense of warm satisfaction. Irene held his cheeks and kissed his lips. “That was really good,” she said.“It was really different,” he replied. “It was the first time I think I’ve brought a woman to orgasm through penetrative sex. It.