My nips were rock hard from the cold, which made it all the more easier for her to get as strong a grip on them as she pleased.I could only cry out in...pain and beg for them to stop. But there was going to be no stopping their party on me.With every agonising moment of pain and humiliation endured, I grew weaker. My muscles were giving up on me, my sinews softened greatly, and my resolve to keep fighting paled.Even when they stopped torturing me in that hold and got off me briefly, I couldn't. I was dripping in minutes, and his cocks were hard. He didnt bother about the preliminaries and I didnt care. Having him fuck me with his new equipment was all I could think of. I expected him to just thrust in me. With my boobs as big as they were, I couldnt see what he was doing at my crotch. I felt his thumb on my clit rubbing circles, but he was wrestling with something, and I knew it wasnt a condom. Then I felt him grab my hip and kind of push me on my side. I knew what he wanted, so I. When we got to the bedroom, Bob checked out the surfaces. I simply stared at the bed. I had entered marriage fully determined to satisfy all Bob's sexual needs and expecting to enjoy doing so. Sexuality is one thing, sensuality is another. That bed was where I had learned the difference, and where Bob had enticed me into sensuality.The night before had exemplified that.Bob had kissed me everywhere, ending in his favorite place. His hands, lips and tongue had teased me until I writhed in. Suck me," he whispered. Allison smiled and said, "Tell me more. Use nasty words." "Oh God Mom, suck my cock." "Mmmmm," Allison moaned and scooted forward. She held his penis in her fist and looked at it. "It's longer than Jason's," she whispered to herself. Then she pulled the head down and began to lick it. "Oh God Mom... I can't hold... oh Jesus," Chris gasped. Allison grabbed the base of his penis and squeezed hard. She held it tight until the throbbing stopped. Chris sighed and looked at.