Could this one be Sir?She held on tight to the chains as the two men fucked her cunt and her face, changing rhythm between thrusting at the same time ...nd thrusting alternately.Trust trust trust.... After the initial surprise, Megan lapped it up, enjoying the feeling of being used by two men at once. She loved sucking cock, and this was a new position for her to try, but she still managed to lick around his tip as he withdrew, and suck hard as he thrust into her, fucking her face for all he was. "It was June 6, 1968; the presidential campaigns were in full swing, the democrats fighting to see who was going to be their nominee to replace Lyndon Johnson. I should have remembered, Kennedy had just won in California and had just finished his speech, when he was shot leaving the room by Sirhan Sirhan. I knew. I could have stopped it. But I didn't. I couldn't; I couldn't warn anyone, I couldn't change history by that magnitude. Who would have believed me anyway? I hadn't even told my own. How did I get into this room? How did I just blow this man who is not my husband? What am I doing here? My only response was a meek, “Sorry.” Dale looked at me with what I recall was a look of exasperation, before turning around and collecting the glasses, handing me one as he enters the bath opposite me. He holds his glass towards me and gazing at me eyes saying, “Here’s to us, for tonight and tomorrow night.” I put my glass to his. “Here’s to us.” We stare at each other as we sip our wine,. I moved my eyes from my sister to mom then dad, “No, not really. I'm still too young.” By throwing that line in I hoped they would agree with me and praise me for being so wise. Dad answered “No, you're not too young, you are physically matured so if you get an opportunity to bed a young lady before we leave for the North, you should take it.”Mom spoke to me, “What about Lena? I know you see her and she would be a nice girl to have sex with.” I answered her by hanging my head and staring at.