Kelly was mine, and I could do whatever I pleased with her. I fucked my Sister as hard as I could just like that, and she could do nothing but stand t...ere and take it, screaming over and over again. I must have pounded her arse for a good twenty minutes before her screaming quietened down into choked sobs."See," I said, "it's not so bad once you relax into it." "Yes, Master! Thank you for fucking my arse, master!" sobbed Kelly. Only then were we interrupted by a hesitant knocking at the door.. He took it out and squirted some on his fingers, then proceeded to work it into Megan’s pussy, spreading her pink lips, eagerly thrusting his fingers into her pussy, working in and out and over her clit.When he thought she was well lubed up he took position once again and started to force his cock into her. She gasped as it started to slide into her tight cunt, the mushroom head spreading her open. She started to cry as she felt her body being invaded.“Damm wouldn’t think you would be this. “You want me to fuck your wife, don’t you, Senator Millner?”“Of course not,” he spluttered.“See,” Glory said. “This is what I mean, America. Is this who you want leading our country?” “It is,” I said. My eyes stared at him. “Now, Senator Millner, don’t lie. You’ve thought about it for years. You’ve wondered what it would be like to witness me fucking your wife.”“Of course not,” he groaned.I glanced at Gretchen. “Is that true?”She swallowed, shuddering. “We’ve ... we’ve ... I’m his wife, Becky.. Black sat back in his chair and looked at the young woman sitting in front of him. He sensed something different today, a breakthrough? Maybe not, but there was something she was trying to tell him, but not "tell" him. That part of him that became the detective felt something and like blood in the water draws the shark, this something drew him."Of course, Hugo, go right ahead." Cheri sat primly in her chair, hands folded in her lap. She had worn a dress today, a full-length peasant dress,.