Clearly, the pills were the death knell for the hashtag “pound me, too” movement, weren’t they? If neither sex had the hang-ups and scruples of ...he past, nobody was going to complain that someone made sexual advances. They would rather bitch and moan if someone didn’t do so. Yeah, Alyssa Milano, eat your heart out, if you weren’t busy ending your stupid “sex strike” idea and finally putting out for your hubby.Or eating someone else out, for that matter. Or having them do so to you. Either way,. In fact she and her mother were going to risk John and I alone in the house. “Mom's taking me to work, but Dad has the morning off,” Angela warned me. “No problem I will keep out of sight.” A while after Angela and Lyn's had left John came into his daughter's bedroom and found me still lying in her bed. His dressing gown was half open and his cock bounced in front of me. He caught me looking at it and smiled; that was my invitation, I reached out for it. For a moment he looked as if he would. The punishment continued, the stripes quickly building up across Sally’s lovely plump bum. After about two dozen I gently helped her down into a kneeling position and slid my hard cock into her, running my hands over her very red buttocks. After this excitement I wasn’t going to last long, and soon I was cumming into her wet hole. Sally carefully slid down, holding my cock cradled between her buttocks, me on top as we recovered. Naturally I went down on Sally tasting her juicy cunt and licking. The studio had filmed in the desert nearby and Amanda had been a guest at the palace on several occasions. ‘Lucky’ Haleema hung by chains from the ceiling, swaying slightly as her captor carefully checked the restraints and tightened where necessary. Her arms were tied mercilessly behind her, shoulders pulled back, while her legs were wide and tethered to the floor. Unable to plead for mercy, she bit down hard on the ball gag that filled her mouth – anticipating what was to come. The other.