He pushed forward with his red cock, searching for my entrance.I wailed again and tried to crawl away across the floor; but he lunged forward over me ...nd grabbed my neck again with his teeth. He bit down hard and growled in a very angry way…“Okay, big guy… I am yours, whatever you say…” I hissed.I sucked in an agonized breath as something hot and sticky entered my tight cunt. It was the size of a thick broom stick.I felt my entire body shaking; trying to get him out of me; but instead he worked. Some were breathing heavily, others groaning while tugging their meat. She felt someone behind her shove her down, then press his thick head against her puckered asshole. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down between her ass cheeks, it was already lubed from the sweet juices oozing from her tight cunt. His head pushed and broke through, causing her to cry out. "Oh shit!" His long shaft slid in, forcing the walls of her canal to accept his long rod. He began to fuck her fast, slapping her. I glanced at the faxed letter, and then kept reading.Oh, shit. Here we go again.It was a letter inviting Tess to model for the fourth annual "Jockettes" calendar, created and distributed by somebody known as Kalendar Krafts. It was proposed that Tess be "Miss July" for the coming year's calendar. Two other well-known professional golfers, the letter said, had already agreed to pose. In addition, top female athletes from countries the world over would be featured -- gymnasts, soccer players,. Bosko was sitting at the entrance and the ears of the huge dog were twitching now and again, but if he was sharing Roban’s fascination for the night, this was the only visible sign for it. Everyone was startled as Roban suddenly spoke.“Zeza is right. I do not mind that I am not invited to participate in the clan leaders meeting. Instead I will go hunting tomorrow morning,” he told them.“Hunting; what do you want to hunt here, rabbits and foxes?” Hassika asked surprised.“I’ll hunt whatever I’ll.