“I promise, I’ll make it up to you later for the painal you’re going to endure this morning.”She continues to press her cock deeper inside of ...e, reconquering my abused asshole. It hurts so bad. “Please Cass, can we please try some lube…” I squeal as her dick brutally reopens my little butthole up. “Fine… It’s hard to say no to your cute little pleas.” She rips her dick out and I finally have some relief to my poor, throbbing asshole. She leans over to her bedside table and opens the drawer. He got the conductor to pause the music, much to the annoyance of thosewho were dancing."My apologies," he said, "but I was informed before coming here thatMinister Goebbels will shortly be making an important announcement, oneI'm sure we'll all want to hear. So if the radio could be brought intothe hall...?"A couple of servants were sent to bring the radio in from the familylounge where it resided. Fortunately it was on castors so they wereeasily able to wheel it through. Once it was in. " I whispered back. Damon's hand went to my inner thighs under the sun dress I bought but never worn until now, and I flinched. He pulled away before I could even feel his fingers. He put his hand up in front of my face "Am I still wrong?" He said. I looked at his hand in astonishment. His fingers were wet. Liquid was slowly running down to his palm. I'm wet. No, I'm soaked. I hadn't even noticed. I've never been wet before. No man has ever been able to make me wet, nor make me cum, and now I. He said the knapsack contained personal articles and I could inspect it if I wished. I did as he asked. The knapsack contained a camera, film, nuts, candy, crackers, cookies, canned sausage, chewing gum, toothbrush, tooth powder, comb and other toiletries. His camera looked near-new and expensive. He said other than aircraft, photography and woodworking were his other main interests. He loved to carve and whittle and made artistic wooden objects for family and friends. He said he did his own.