Once outside, he and Hannah returned the entrance stone to its original state and prepared to climb back over the rocks to the path that returned them...to the main part of the beach.Ron helped Hannah climb down the rock and as they both turned onto the path heard a voice say, "So there you are, what did she do, give you a lesson on how to build your own Pocket PC. So what's the decision, are you going to buy one."Ron and Hannah looked and saw John and Debbie walking toward them, "What, come to. Towards the end of the meal i spilt some down me and she came over to wipe me clean.As she did this i had a piece hanging out of my mouth.She took the other end in her mouth and began to suck the pasta in.This caused our lips to press together.There was an embarrassed silence,which i ended by grabbing her and kissing her lips properly.She pulled my chair back and sat on my lap.We kissed passionately for a few minutes before she remarked,'...Something was sticking in her'.She stood up and. Everyone stood back, empty of fluids. banshee lay in a puddle, shuddering. “Stand,” I told her. She stood up, blinking piss out of her eyes. “Now you,” I ordered. She shook her head, perplexed. “I don’t understand, Master.” “Piss yourself,” I stated. Despite the humiliation of being unloaded on, of being assfucked and used like an animal in a room full of onlookers, this was an order that pushed the limits. Potty training is hard wired into humans, and relieving yourself while others look on. I held it there, stopping her breathing, and she held still, taking it, eyes open. I waited a few more seconds and pulled out, and she gasped a huge breath. “Fuck!” she snarled, “You cock! Fuck my fucking face!” I stuffed it back in, looking over her back to see the big dildo sliding in and out of my wife’s cunt as she shouted out.“Yeah, fuck her face. Shut that slut up! Fuck her filthy mouth like a cunt!” She rammed her ass backwards, pushing the fake dick further into each of them, crying out.