Gently he stuck in more and more until it looked like he'd gotten all the way in. Then out and in again. My wife sounded like she was sobbing, but she...wasn't crying. I could hear her begging him to fuck her. After working himself into a good rhythm and slapping her ass several times, he slowed to a stop with most of his cock out of her. It was then that she started rocking back and forth. Slamming herself back into him again and again. I desperately wanted to jerk off again, but I couldn't get. Steve and Don work damn hard every day. You get to sleep in the loft. How did you sleep last night?’ ‘The barn smells.’ Maureen said. ‘You can sleep in either barn. One doesn’t smell like animals. It smells like fuel, oil and tractors. Your choice.’ ‘Can either of you cook?’ Sue asked, knowing the answer before she asked. ‘No.’ I left the house. Donna and Kay made lunches for the four men in the fields. I rode out and delivered. I got a certain about of harassment when I opened my shirt and. ?” I asked. She looked at me and asked. “Am I your lover?” Very casually she asked but I could see a smile.And said again “As you wish Kanna!” and smiled at me openly. I drove the car. When I parked the car she said, “Kanna this is Sanjeevaiah Park. You said Lovers’ park?”“Nowadays this is only lovers’ park Maa. Inside you find 90% of them are couples only.” We both got down the car and proceeded in. I took a Turkish towel which is in the car. We went deep into the park and sat near a bush. In the third, Kiran became rapidly impatient and tended to impede Amita by swatting her on the ass -- theoretically to goad her to further effort, but it had the opposite effect, since she would clench both before and during a swat. Amita was crying openly by the time she succeeded in burying the plug in her ass. "Isobel!" Kiran directed, "Take her to her quarters and watch her. The plug is NOT to be removed without my explicit permission!" Yes, Master." And YOU!" Kiran spurned Amita with a.