Her “ohhh’s” were more frequent now.Though she lifted her ass as I withdrew, she hunched it forward when I thrust back, preventing me from pushi...g into her. But she wasn’t quick enough every time and I was able to push the small part of my cock’s head into her a little.She interrupted her “ohhh’s” with a “don’t” whenever I did this but it didn’t sound that convincing since she didn’t do anything to make it harder for me. In fact, she seemed to forget to hunch forward more often. The room was. However this orgasm wasunlike any other in my life. It is hard to define specifically whathappened, it almost seemed that a large part of it was mental, yetthere was a huge physical portion of it also. It wasn't like a typicalmale orgasm though. I had a flutter in my tummy and a rush throughoutmy body. I came with no doubt as evidenced by the wet spot in mypanties, but the wet spot was between my legs, not that I have much towork with, but I wasn't even erect. Like I said I don't think I. I had never really thought that sexually about her before but was now getting hard. Anyway my wife said she was tired so we went home and I fucked her hard thinking it was Joyce. About 5 months later he tells me that they are getting divorced. My wife and I saw her a month later having dinner with some friends. She came up and gave me a big kiss and hug. When she did she shoved her tits against me so hard I could feel her hard nipples. We talked for a while and my wife told her if she needed. Charlie Burkholter broke an ammonia vial underCynthia?s nostrils, and the slightly overweight girl found herself staring intohis dark, uncaring eyes. She was suspended from the ceiling of a stark whiteroom that looked like an operating theater in a hospital. A large slingcarefully supported her belly while her hands and feet had been bound tightly togetherwith wire. She was at least six feet from the ground.Cynthia continued to take in the terrible sight ofher torturer, still dressed in his.