My hanging tits are molested, being squeezed and pulled, and my nipples pinched hard. The women whip my ass, punishing me for being such a whore, leav...ng red marks across my ass and thighs. Even the young teenage boys molest me, playing with my tits, fingering my cunt, shouting obsenities at me. I am totally humilliated by these young boys who probably have never seen a naked women before, that alone a 40 year old married one whilst playing with her naked body and speaking to her like a common. Frankly, I think he just wanted to be in a room with a naked teenager and think it was legit. I told him I’d consider it and talk to the model when the time came. As if.He hit me with a suggestion for our Euripides section. That was a first. He was really getting into my body paintings. Anyway, he asked specifically if I could take something from Medea and develop it into a statement about the strength and power of women. That was something Euripides was really into. He’d written Medea, The. Three weeks later saw us winging our way to JFK, I had been forced to limit Andrews visits to my room to once a week, he was wearing me out once he had mastered the art of holding off till I came, he had even taken me in the shower one day holding my leg and shafting me and of course the freedom also meant that I was seeing much more of Gerald, he came round to my house one evening for a meal and I introduced him to Andrew, I managed to get him into my bed and almost but not quite fucked his. ‘Ah, it’s coming!’ squealed Angela as she felt the full length of her shaft filling up. The tension, already unbearable, became even stronger, all concentrated on the little opening at the end of her cock. It reminded her a little of how she had cum last night, of how the tension had built and then exploded… A squirt of hot piss shot out of her cock. The loose foreskin hanging limply around the tip of her shaft caused the flow to shoot more upwards than downwards. The stream struck Gwen.