The slew of sounds coming out of the woman’s mouth was unreal. They were primal sounds, from within the deepest and darkest depths of the soul. Prim...tive and guttural moans and groans escaped her, along with every curse word under the sun. It was the woman’s swearing that made her blush, oddly enough, rather than the big black man pummeling this woman’s pussy right in front of her.She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and felt a dampness at her crotch. Her panties were wet and. A mild bite on my nipple made me feel the presence of heaven on the earth. I made him completely nude.I saw his 6 inches cock which was ready to offer a pleasurable friction inside the pussy of his sister. I took his hard cock inside my mouth. He started fucking inside my mouth and I cupped his balls in great pleasure. I love you Lucy. Don’t call my name please. Call me randi. Call me prostitute. Call me your wife. Tell me what ever you want to tell. Do u like listening bad words my wife? .. I brought her a coffee and we lay there in bed as I told her why I'd really brought her to Pattaya. Marge listened in silence until I'd finished then she began to question me. "So you're saying you find me dull and you would like our sex life to be more exciting, that you'd like it if I were kinkier?" "Well you're not exactly dull honey, but it could be better." "And you really wouldn't mind it if I slept with other people? Let me get this right, you'd like to watch me do it, and you wouldn't. She smiled, then opened the envelope of photographs. On the back of each was a date, she whispered, “They correspond,” then excusing herself she rose and went off to use the bathroom, while, as she knew he would, he thumbed through the pictures, checking some of the pictures of her damaged backside with the sentences in the book, the worst on his return from his time in Armagh, 75 with the whip. The picture showed her soft skin marked and welted, blood dripping from the marks and her in tears. .