The house had two floors and a basement where my dad would do his carpentry and keep his small stash of liquor. As a girl, I did not get much of an e...ucation and also the fact that my dad could not afford it. Therefore, I stayed at home and helped my father with the household chores. During my free time, I would sit beside him and admire his works of art. At the age of 19, a civil war broke out in my country. Life was harsh but we managed to scrape a living. On a Sunday morning, I got woken. I was getting hot too. Then Tom started to groan and thrust into my mouth, three or four times, then I could feel his member throbbing in my mouth. The taste of his jism hit my tongue as he called, "Ahhhhhh"; he quivered and shook, and I could feel about three pumps of cum hit my throat. I couldn't wait any more myself. I came off his cock, stood up between his legs, and he reached for my hard dick. He only had a chance to stroke it about twice before I blew my load out on his hand, with. "You have any lotion in here?" he asked. In fact, I did. I had always kept a tube of stuff in my drawer, all those years I was secretly yearning and hiding and touching myself in the restroom. I reached up, opened the drawer and took it out. "Great," he said, taking it from me. He squeezed the lotion onto me, on my butt and between my cheeks. I reached back and held my cheeks apart, to give him more access. "Man, you really are ready for it," he said.He bent down behind me, leaning over me, and. The underside. Crack. The power a bit more up. Crack. A bit more. Crack. Another slow turn at the dial. Anna writhes against the ropes, straining to move her pussy against something - anything - that will offer some resistance. As she is nearly hanging from her arms, she meets only air. Her cheeks flush as her arousal grows.With her arousal, her tolerance for pain increases. I quickly fetch a pair of nipple clamps to finish the ensemble. And I am not talking about rubber-softened clover clamps.