As I move back up, I take your wrists in one hand and put both hands above your head, holding them against the wall. Your legs raise, opening to accep... me. I hold on to your hair and pull slightly as I push into you. Muscles tense as I enter, your back arches. I pull your hair tighter, holding onto your wrists with a little more force, pushing my hips forward. I hear you gasp as you take in air and start to whimper slightly as I push in and out of you, your hips rising as I push, trying to get. The guy was a fiend for coffee. There'd always be somebody like B. B. King or Aretha Franklin on the stereo and we'd talk for a few minutes before he'd suggest we adjourn to the bedroom. I swear, that's what he'd say almost every time, 'Why don't we adjourn to the bedroom? He had a big bed, at least queen-size,. Once in there, he'd give me a big kiss and start taking off my clothes. When he had me stripped buck-naked, I'd get under the sheets, satin of course, while he undressed. "He was a. Several men were all around me now, their hands all over my body and all of them had dropped their trousers. All they were holding his dicks in hand, waiting for their turn.I had never in my wildest dreams ever imagined myself been taken by so many strangers, but now it was happening right in front of my husband.All I could do was scream for whatever stranger was taking me to fuck me harder and faster. Victor leaned on me and he whispered in my ear he loved the way I was being fucked by those. That her reason for existence should be reduced to living only for the chance to be penetrated by the outsized prick of a demon was offensive to both her rational and subconscious minds and humiliating beyond belief. Yet her life depended on learning these obscene rites for she had a fair idea of what the initiation ceremony involved and, if she was right, Mother Superior had stated no more than the plain truth when she had said that, if she was not properly prepared, it would kill her. So she.