Therange gleamed under a coat of fresh black paint. Tubs of pre-prepared dirtand grease stood ready to be smeared over its shiny surface, just so as a...ubmissive maid could work her socks - (stockings?) - off cleaning it. Aheavy duty vinyl floor had been laid; again so that a maid could get downon her knees to scrub it. There were various other surprises awaiting thepoor unsuspecting drudge!A Dungeon and Punishment Area:In the cellar one old store room had been fitted out as a dungeon withropes. Point that ass at the camera. Let every one see my cum dripping out of your pussy. Sure, I smiled, wiggling my rear at the camera. Just great, he grinned. I realized I was still holding my phone. Are you still there, Frank? I asked. No answer. I guess he hung up. Time to keep modeling. You are perfect, Gerard grinned, snapping a photo. A loud knock came from his door. Gerard groaned. All be right back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank I pounded on the door. According to the GPS on my wifes. She was tempted to cry out for help but not being stupid she knew deep down that it was probably her a*****or. Fearfully she listened as whomever it was on the other side fumbled with a set of keys. Slowly the knob turned and the door opened. A towering figure stepped into the room and she instantly recognized him. Her parents had hired a guy to do some repairs on their house. “Jerry, where am I”, she asked, “Why are you doing this?” She noticed him staring at her breasts and did her best to. Malcolm eased the tip against hertight opening and began to press forward. At first itappeared that the giant black monster wouldn’t fit.Malcolm grunted as he thrust his hips forward in apowerful stroke. Traci screamed out loud just as thethick knob penetrated her near-virginal opening. Malcolm knew she could scream all night and not botheranyone. Nobody in this kind of neighborhood everinvestigated a scream before. They already knew thatsomeone was either getting beaten or the fucking.