He grunts and thrusts into her, ramming his thick rod in and out of her. He hands Sam the black anal beads. ? You know what to do with these.? Sam, w...nting to please his boss and himself as well, takes them and presses the smallest one against Ariele tight puckered cherry asshole. Spitting on it to lubricate the ball so that it goes in smoothly. He repeats these steps until every last anal bead is secure in her tight ass, he tugs at the end of the chain and releases the last one, only to press. Such displays made his consorts ashamed and excited. They would lose counts of their orgasms they had on the horseback. At the end of the march, they plopped down exhausted from the climaxes.There were many swings in the garden too. His consorts played on those swings. He did not spare those swings. He fucked them by sitting on the swing or letting them sit legs apart on the swing. At every thrust of his, the swing swayed. Cries and moans echoed the garden.He had thirty consorts. Counting days. All thingsconsidered, I'd rather suck off a married guy.His cock was average, but sweet. I dove right in, softly taking as much asI could into my mouth. He grabbed my hands and put them on his hips. I slidmy lips over his cock again and again, and I could feel him gettinghotter. He pulled away and told me to lick his balls. He was alreadygetting close to cumming and wanted to slow down. I gladly complied,licking each ball lovingly. He moaned and whispered how good it felt. Islipped my tongue up. True, loyal Rosco. Always willing to please." Karen drained her glass and pulled her robe more tightly around her. "It was a gag at first. Joking aloud about how neglected I was, no one to hear but Rosco. And I guessed I'd had a few too many of these." The brunette lifted the glass.She stood and went to the cupboard. Finally Shana spoke, her voice sounding hollow in the still room."Suppose I could have one of those?"Shana, Karen knew, had experimented with booze at an early age. For all she.