. fuck me.” The last word was almost a scream.Strong, masculine hands held her hips and violently pulled her backwards onto the thick prick impaling...her. The sound of her expelling her breath in long drawn-out hisses spurred Dean into top gear. Amazed, I watched his hips move speedily back and forth, his prick sliding easily along her orifice. Mum kept whimpering every time Dean shafted her and, even though she'd turned her head sideways so I couldn't see her expression, I did notice how. Unfortunately the entire surface of the log had been closely studded with short blunt wooden spikes making any movement or even sitting extremely uncomfortable. Her wrists were secured with metal staples to the arms of the chair, her ankles fastened similarly to the legs of the chair which spread her legs. Pushed back she felt a cold steel collar close about her throat forcing her to remain upright in the chair. In this ?sitting? position her body weight was supported by her buttocks sitting. Knowing what He wants of her, she complies with no sound, parting her legs wide and raising her arms over her head and outwards. Hearing the snap of the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and feeling her limbs being stretched slightly as the chains are attached to the table hooks.Her breath coming in short, gasps she listens intently to His words as He leans close to her head and whispers into her ear... "you will receive all I have for you girl, you will beg Me to stop, then you will beg Me never. She stared hungrily at his massive bulge. She sat up, he pulled off his boxers.She was mesmerized, her mouth watered a little. She estimated with her eyes, he was bare minimum seven and a half inches. She slide off the bed, onto her knees. She grabbed it with one hand, he was thick as the neck of a SoBe bottle. She brought her lips to the head and glanced up at him, then she took the head.Her tongue swirled around the head while she bobbed up and down on his long shaft, taking in as much as she.