Tell me how he fucked you. Brutally, she groaned, his cock was like a length of long hard piping. He just put his rough hands on my buttocks, prised t...em apart then slammed deep in my pussy from behind. Lucky I was so wet or hed have hurt me even more. He just thrust in and out, calling me a filthy little tramp, a whore, a slut and every so often spanking my arse. Beneath her, my heightened upward thrusts met her eager downward motions, cock slamming deep into her cervix as we built a wonderful. Oscar was very open with his thoughts and feelings, totally unlike her husband. During one of their "sex" conversations, she timidly asked about his cock; when he emailed her a picture of his ten-inch dick, it took her breath away. Every day she would look at "that" photo, picturing it in her pussy. The fantasy rolled continuously in her mind. When Oscar asked for a nude photo, Rose reciprocated with sexy pictures of herself in a tiny bikini, which was as far as she was willing to go. The. The Boss smiled at her as he watched the view she was unable to see. The Mask had the strange rubber tube device in his hand. It was like a hard rubber golf ball with two tubes running through its middle. On one side they protruded maybe half and inch on the other they snake down into two long rubber pipes. One of these he had attached to the sink faucet head, the other had a valve half way down to pinch it close that's end just hung lose to the floor.The Mask was smearing the rubber golf ball. In these circumstances, my senses are on high alert, and almost always I become aware of a potential viewer before he or she sees me, so I can avoid detection. Cars do not bother me, as I usually see light from their headlights before the car itself appears.There are also plenty of ways to be seen naked, as if by accident, and I take advantage of them quite often. If the reaction is good, then I can continue, and thereby reveal that there had been no accident at all.This sequence of stories.