..yeah that's right I'm gonna need a little something to open up this here ass hole. Look there by the chair...' I could see but I knew he got the gre...se and smeared it into my buttcrack and into my anal opening. Mister Sinclare said to them '...this boy's ass seem to tight for y'all to have been fucking it like you said. I'm gonna have me some fun today...' I winched in agony as Mister Sinclare pushed his semi hard penis into my anus. Once his penile ridge had entered, Mister Sinclare started. She was fulfilled ineveryway she had ever known, yet here were two more cocks. She thoughtof the implications, but her drive to be satisfied was over-riding allother thoughts. But could she really do this?"Hey, look," Ryan said with some concern, "I'm not really lookingfor..." Then leave, and you two can stay." She had convinced herself that thiswas what she wanted, and again she made her point by pulling the sheetsdown and watched as the two new guy's jaws dropped."I'm out of here," Ryan said. By now my heart was pounding and the butterflies in my stomach were alive and making themselves known.I sat down and nonchalantly returned to my paper, trying hard to pretend I was focusing on it rather than thinking of her. Finishing that section of the paper, I laid it down, taking the opportunity to sneak a peek at the mystery lady. Disappointingly she was engrossed in her phone and not bothered by me at all.Working my way through the news I stole a glance every now and then as I sipped my. To Ron and Rick, Mrs. Joan Peterson was an extremely erotic sight to behold.Their cocks sprang to life forming tents in their pants. Mrs. Joan Peterson was in pain. Unbelievable pain. It felt as if her balloonedbreasts were being ripped from her chest as she hung in midair by them. (Thoughshe discovered the hard way that would not happen. After all she had been hungtwice before by her breasts. And she had been hanging by her aching breastsfor over five hours during this latest breasts hanging.