Little Mike left the room, then came back with a bottle of olive oil, he’d seen it on the bench in the kitchen, and he started to strip off. Dave i...mediately saw why he had not gotten his prick out with the others. It was tiny, he must have taken a lot of ribbing. It was only about four inches long and around the thickness of Dave’s thumb. He moved up onto the foot of the bed and poured olive oil down the crack of Trish’s arse, then massaged it around her puckered little brown hole. Again,. I’m ravenous and he is the very thing I want to devour. I splutter as he uses my mouth. The gargling, slick, hollow sounds leaving me shaken.“Uh, huh,” he says, unsympathetically, as I choke, “That’s right… Get back down on there...” guiding me down again, pressing his dick forcefully into my mouth.Fuck, I think in a rage, I can’t believe I let him blow me like a bitch, and he’s using me like this. My jaw aches and I gag slightly, as he holds me down a little more with each thrust. Until I pull. Aisa lag raha tha mein koi 25 saal ki ladki ki choot chaat raha hoon.choot chate chate mein itna koh gaya tha ki aunty ki awwjein mera kani mein sunaiye nahe de rahe the aur aunty jad gaye meine aunty ka saara raas p liya. unke raas pine mein mujhe bada maja agaya.phir aunty ne mujhe upar ane ko kaha mein khada ho gaya aunty ke ankoen mein ajib se khusi jhalak rahi thi woh mujhe paaglon ki tarah chumne lagi, aur mein unke chuchi dabata raha. aunty ne mujhe chumte chumte mere ek ek kapde nikalne. Their leather gloved hands held me tight as we walked down thelong stone corridor. We was being led by a leather clad assistant.She was 6'0, blue eyes and very fit. Her long blond hair was in aponytail,swaying side to side as she walked. She was dressed white blousewith a pair of black leather pants,knee high black leather boots and asilver collar around her throat. I can smell her perfume, like a sweetapple blossom in the springtime.The guards and her continued to walk down the stone corridors.