Then I looked up to his face; his eyes were dark and intense. He was almost leering at me, but there was a hint of friendliness in his grin. I knew I ...ould trust him.Philippe went to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer where I kept my toys. I closed my eyes, not wanting to know what he'd choose. He grabbed my wrist, and stretched out my arm towards the corner of the bed. Oh God, he was going to tie me up this time. Soon I was helplessly spread across the bed. Philippe straddled my chest -. Nevertheless, we will show our breeding and our backbone!Sylvie set her teeth. "Yes, Mother Cassidy," she replied. "Yes, I know, Mother Cassidy." Back between her sore buttocks she still felt a horrible pain, a terrible memory of her evening with her husband's brother. The lips of her vagina were sore and raw, and so far the ointments she had applied had not helped at all. She ached all over. It had not been hard to fake the thermometers, and when the doctor had found her temperature normal,. I heard her gasp "What a beautiful cock" as she moved forward. With her mouth sucking my glans she slowly stroked until she synchronized herself so each time her hand was at the bottom of its stroke her lips parted my cock head and her tongue darted into my urethra. After several cycles of this her left hand managed to find itself wrapped around my balls as if she was making the OK signal.With no warning and in one smooth fluid motion Anne firmly tightened her grip on my balls and pulled them. .." Art requested of Louie from the back seat. He had unwrapped his hand and was examining the damage made by the razor. "Not to bad. Could have been a lot worse if not for my jacket," he thought.Louie reached across the seat and handed the bottle of Jack Daniel's to Art.Art opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount of amber liquid onto the tee shirt substituting as a bandage before he re-wrapped his hand."How's it look Art?" Louie asked glancing at Art in the rear view mirror.Art took.