What the fuck was I doing, I wouldn't be able to walk after this, and my asshole would never recover from such punishment. Yet on and on he thrust-ed,...harder and harder. He'd pull nin inches of his cock out, then ram it all the way home and leaving it deep in my ass. It felt like my asshole was going to collapse under the pressure, how would I explain loose flapping asshole to my girlfriend? I was pretty sure that his dick was rearranging my organs, and yet the more I struggled, the harder he. My brother Cris was more excited about this than I was. Actually, I was starting to doubt Mom. None of the people we'd seen since we docked the boat in Miami before dawn were naked. Maybe it was just her way of encouraging me to pack light. At the moment, I was more interested in the new country I was in than what my future held in the way of clothing. I looked out the window of the car and tried to read the signs along the highway. Most of them were for stores or restaurants. There were a lot. She was crying, and Donny felt like helping her, but then Roberta grabbed his arms and held him back. Just then, he heard her scream."Yes, I like that! Oh, Master, spank me some more! Hurt me again! I'm your sex slave, and I'll do whatever you say!"Donny was absolutely flabbergasted. Deanna was getting her butt struck by this ruthless pig, and she was not only taking it: she was loving it!"You see, Donny, Deanna is a sub, not a goddess! She doesn't want some fool pining for her and groveling. The bartender was watching and went to the door to lock it, so nobody could get in or out. Michelle was struggling against the 4 black guys who were now holding her down, and taking her skirt and skirt off. She was writhing on the pool table as all of her clothes were now off; she was only wearing the slut anklet that she came in with as well as her high heels now. Tony was between her legs and started to lick her pussy, as the other guys held her legs open and arms down. Michelle was moaning.