It was a special occasion and she’d have one too.Later that evening, Cindy was seated in the living room enjoying a quiet cup of tea while George wa... reading a story to the boys. Little tears of happiness were trickling down her cheeks. It had been a glorious evening. George had taken care of the boys, dinner had been fun, and she had a little time to herself. It was hard to believe that this might become an everyday event.She turned her head to look in the direction of the boy’s bedroom.. .. Nos sentamos en una de las mesas y tomamos una copa. Empezábamos a sentirnos incómodos y hasta arrepentidos de haber ido, cuando empezaron a llegar las parejas. Al cabo de una hora, ya habían unas 30 parejas. Entre risas, música y baile pasaron los minutos, pero aun nada de sexo. A las 11 de la noche, la dueña del sitio, se acerca a cada mujer y nos despoja de toda la ropa, eramos mas de treinta mujeres desnudas, bailando y tomando (yo no bebo licor), la cosa se empieza a poner candente, me. “That note...” he said, as if to himself. “What note? “I knew there was something funny about it. She must have written it herself.” Peter explained what had happened while Jane had been away.When he was done it was Jane’s turn to nod. She wanted to explain about how Chrissy had tried to blackmail her but decided it would only hurt Peter and didn’t matter now anyway. “This has all been about ‘Father Brian’,” she said sadly.Peter suddenly turned away and stared through the windshield. The next forward movement he made, he put his middle finger into her pussy and pushed it as deep as it would go. When he pulled it back, he inserted two fingers and pushed hard into her. She tried to move her hips from side to side to force them deeper with each thrust he made. When he started to wiggle them, she tried to thrust back but found her bonds were stopping her. This time he had control of her. Her moans stopped when she felt his finger at her asshole. He started to push it past the.