Their sexual extravaganza lasted until two-thirty in the morning. A full five hours of consensual sex, even when Melissa needed rest at around one o�...clock. She was certain that she had never had so many orgasms in one night. If they weren’t being generated from the cock in her pussy they were being created by the one in her arse or the biting of her nipples.Both Matt and Melissa faced the morning’s cameras like they had been dragged through a bush backwards. Yet, they had to get through the day. It smelled musty and putrid like a dog’s cock would, Michael tilted his bitches head further inwards.?Come on fag show your worth?? The dog began to dribble saliva in big gobs from its mouth and moaned in excitement.Paul wrapped his lips around the head and his eyes welled up from the task. ?That’s it now your doin good bitch all the way in now.?Riki and Sean moved from the sofa to take a closer look they shifted down to Paul’s height and gazed on in amazement as the fag took the cock in his. After about ten minutes they disappeared behind an outcrop of rock, and didn’t reappear. He turned to her: – That’s only the third time in my life I’ve been privileged to watch otters at play love. Thank you for your sharp eyes. They’re shy and elusive beasts. A bit like you sometimes… as you were in the kirkyard. A heavy burst of rain drove them back to the car and he handed her the keys: – Your turn to drive love. It was still raining as they approached Bowmore Kirk. She glanced at him as. Like some sort of grotesque character ofa human hand. More disturbing was a stiff feeling, like itchy splintersof wood in his hands and feet. It felt like his hands were woodengloves. No longer would the fingers move. His knees began to itch as did his wrists. With effort he could move hishand at the wrist. His elbow moved the same way. No amount of effortwould make his shoulder move more than a little bit. Try as he might hecould not lift his hand above his head. The same applied to his.