Whip after whip, gasp after gasp. She had stopped screaming a long time ago. Long before he gagged her with her cum-soaked thong. She had learned lon... ago that screaming only made the punishment harder, longer. The pleasure would come, if she bit her tongue and took her punishment. He loved to punish her. She never did anything wrong. She was cautious to follow his every order. Be it to touch him, touch herself, touch other people. She could fight off her impending orgasm. But he knew her. He whispers next to my ear "Don't scream…"That voice. I know that voice. Who is that? Wasn't the front door closed when I passed it? 1000 thoughts at once. And again: even tho he's just whispering - I know that voice. Dammit. I nod carefully and he pulls my head a bit to the side. There's something over his head - a ski mask? He kisses my neck. What on earth? Seriously? But for some reason it felt good. Too good.His grip around my mouth loosens. “Just enjoy.” There’s that voice again. Along. The first guy then pulled up her dress over her head and began licking her hard nipples.But then I noticed this guy had other plans for my sexy wife.He moved behind Ana and very gently pushed his black cockhead to her very tight asshole. He let the tip enter her just slightly and began to perform circular motions in order to open her up.The lucky bastard gradually slid into her, inch by inch, until he was fully lodged deeply inside of Anita’s tiny anus.The two of them then fucked my little wife. She had gotten a text telling her;- Return the items that Jon had picked up for you- Choose another of the same items and get it yourself. Spend at least five seconds bent over.- As a punishment, you must spend a minimum of two minutes bent over examining every fifth items you pick up.She had looked around her hoping to spot the person spying on her but only saw Jon returning with the peanut butter from the next aisle.She examined the bottle and told him, “I was thinking of buying creamy.