The telephone almost immediately rang again. He waited for the answering machine to pick up the call. This time, the voice that spoke was very calm. �...�The next Witch’s Sabbath, you shall burn like all witches should burn!”The caller hung up almost immediately. The other calls were nuisance, but this one was scary. Glen didn’t recognize the voice, but that didn’t mean the Sheriff wouldn’t. He decided that Cliff would have to take this tape to the Sheriff. Such definite threats could not go. My cock was still hard!! There was only one solution I could think of. I needed to cum again. I pulled my underwear down to my knees and started stroking my cock, which was still slippery from being inside donna's wet pussy about 5 minutes ago and still hard!I reached over to the shelf and grabbed the lotion that Donna uses when she gets out of the bath, and as I turned around to put it back on the shelf I noticed someone standing in the doorway, I assumed it was Donna, so I said "come give me. I stuck my finger inside her and began to finger fuck her and there was nothing she could do. It was like I owned her totally now—my own private little cum-slut, unable to do anything but lie there in the ropes and take it. She began to pant, excited by her own helplessness, and her pussy seemed to suck greedily at my finger. At the heart of the BDSM experience there is always a moment like this, at least for me. There's a moment when woman as icon—all the attraction and longing and desire. His balls slapped against her as he pulled out and shoved back in. The top of his shaft was pressing her clit sending sparks through her with every stroke. He felt them tightening as he neared the precipice of pleasure.His shaft pulsating with his hips he felt his seed rush up the shaft. It jetted out of him and sprayed hard against her walls. It splashed back against him, mixing with Lisa’s flowing juices.The feel of John filling her up with his cum pushed Lisa into another earth-shattering.