Then I changed the rules of the poker and told them we are now not playing with money anymore but we will be doing one more thing that loser has to st...ip off and do whatever the winner ask him/her to do. To my excitement, everyone was so curious to play that I can see in the eyes of every gal. So I was the first loser and have to strip off my shirt. Now I was only in my jeans and underwear. The second round also went against me and have to strip off my jeans also. I was thinking that it’s all. Would you mind sitting on my lap?"'Ok, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop." I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed. "Ok, let's get our showers so we can get on the road."My shower didn't take long. Since I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, I wanted to wear something real comfortable. My jeans would be too tight. Plus it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my closet. As I was going though my clothes I found a summer dress I. With her being so unreasonable, he quickly got lost in the moment, whipping her ass a bit too hard. For any other slave the injury would be nothing, a scratch that was hardly fatal.For her though, any damage to her body mattered. Her body was their mutual property, it would be the vessel for their lovemaking, their children, their future. When Murph first approached him about branding her using Rule 23, he promised that he would never torture or beat her without his consent or him present. He. My cunt starts getting pounded hard and the guy grabs both tits and holds on, squeezing them hard as he pumps into me, over and over again. I watch him fuck me and it turns me on even more and I cant help but moan and tell him to fuck my cunt harder because it feels so good. He fucks me for a good ten minutes when the driver says, Im gonna pull over and talk to Joey for a minute. I feel the car stop but keep running and I close my eyes as my body writhes and I push up trying to get more of cute.