Sara couldn’t say anything. ‘I win,’ was all Travis needed to say. She continued to disbelieve him. ‘Bullshit. It’s a staged photo or you pa...d her to do it or maybe it’s even Photoshopped.’ In response Travis flipped through a few pages of the album, displaying to Sara his slave in all variety of poses and situations. It was a highly erotic exhibition, but something about it sat wrong with her. She had nothing against those who engaged in a dominant and submissive relationship, Sara had even. My heart was racing. I was so excited. She walked in. She looked good. Very good. She had on some grey short shorts and a black tank top with some flip flops. Easy clothing to pull off quickly. She sat down on the bed and I quickly bend down put my hand on her face and gently pulled her face towards mine until our lips met. I wanted to set the tone of this encounter. Passionate yet intense. She pulls back with a big smile and says “wow your ready aren’t you?” I was. I couldn’t wait. So I. I felt him easily buried the head deep inside passing my sphincter; then he stopped for a few seconds and waited for my rectum could receive that incredible piece. He finally pushed deeper, making me scream in pain and pleasure at same time. He started to pump my asshole in a steady rhythm, grabbing my hips with his strong hands… I was feeling a new orgasm growing from my cervix, when Shawn suddenly stopped fucking me and took away his incredible black dick from my asshole.He had seen Victor. ‘And?’ urged the mother in law, pushing Miranda forward with a windmill like motion of her hands and a rather constipated movement of her head. Miranda looked at Jackson for help, but he just shrugged his shoulders and smiled rather innocently. One fact was abundantly clear to Miranda. Jackson was a god damn momma’s boy. ‘Dad, mom is interrogating Miranda.’ ‘I’m not interrogating her,’ cackled the mother in law. She wondered what her husband was so damn fidgety about. His leg bounced up and.