He grinned at me the entire time as she begged on her knees in her wedding dress for him to consummate their special night together.This went on for t...e entire two weeks until the fateful night Master decided to end the charade. It was a Friday night and I was of course supposedly out at my fake book club when in fact I was made up fully and on my knees in my special place. I wore my most feminine outfit. A pink ruffled baby doll nightie over a pink corset and panties. A pair of pink stockings. Her flesh bounced against her bones to the rhythm of a pair of men thrusting into her aggressively, one behind her pinning her arms back, and one below her propping her up by pressing her petite breasts into her ribcage as he squeezed and groped her. The woman could only grunt and whimper around the cock in her mouth. A dozen men were scattered across the room, one sucking the woman's toes, another squeezing her buttocks, most content to watch in delight from the sidelines.With a playful shove,. I can feel your fingers gently pulling apart my ass cheeks. I groan, as your fingers slip towards my still dripping pussy. I push towards them, feeling them plunge deep inside me. As I stand there you fuck me with your fingers, sliding them in and out of my soaking wet hole, changing the pressure and amount. Suddenly I feel your other hand slide up my leg, towards my tight ass hole. I’m not too sure about this, I’ve never been into the whole anal thing, but I know it’s something that you. A woman's body after two kids and after four decades of life - she did not look twenty, she did not act it.My parents have been married for 24 years. And from my point of view, we were a normal family and my parents had a normal marriage. A regular suburban household.I don't know when my fascination and lust for my parent started, therefore I like to think it had always been there, smoldering beneath my consciousness since I was born. She wasn't just 'mom', she was a woman, the one woman in my.