Only then would the rods cease to bite. I mounted... I mounted. Higher... higher. I began to groan and my knees started to tremble. I was nearly there... Nearly... nearly... Then I erupted, crying out as I did so. I sank down to my knees and only then did the rods cease to fall. “Clean up this disgusting mess,” ordered Princess Venetia. A female slave in attendance hurried to obey. Meanwhile my pouch was replaced and locked on again. My few moments of ‘pleasure’ were over. I remained kneeling. He stands by my open window I cannot see his face only his crotch which is virtually in line with my face. My husband is now exploring my pussy with his fingers rubbing my clit gently; I feel the warm juices soaking into my dress. The stranger begins to unzip his jeans and unbuckle his belt. He does not pull his cock out but gently thrusts his crotch towards my face, I take the hint and begin to rub his cock through his pants, his cock stiffens and begins to emerge out of his waist band. I ease. Art began to set up a steady punishing pumping action positioning his throbbing tool in and out of the tortured asshole?Oh no Art!? Juli cried out. ?Please take your penis out of my poor ass!??You’re tearing my butt hole and it’s bleeding!? The whimpering teenager cried.Art ignored the crying girls’ pleas as he hunched over her trembling red and purple ass.Reaching around her, he grabbed a handful of breast flesh in each hand and squeezed hard. He rolled the blood engorged nipples between his. Both women moaned as the kiss became more passionate.Dana stepped back and turned Joan so she was facing the wall. Putting her hands on the wall for support, she spread her legs apart. Dana came up behind her and rubbed her soapy breasts on the firm, tight ass before her.Joan looked over her shoulder and gave me a wicked smile as her tongue slowly slipped across her lips.Dana stepped to the side, giving me a clear view of Joan’s ass. Her soapy fingers traced along the edge of the ass crack with.