His hand encountered wet pussy as his fingers trailed up between her ass cheeks as she moaned against his body.”Okay, everyone, time to move on,” ...dam heard their host call out.The woman in front of him moaned, unable to speak coherently because of the mouth plug as Adam stepped back, disengaging himself from her. He looked over and saw Keri adjusting her top as she was led back into the room. When they got there, their host led them down a hallway through another door into a large room with. Renee loved shopping. She had her arms full in each store, pulling Betsy along to the dressing rooms, encouraging her to try on the elegant suits and dresses they found. Renee had saved her favorite store until last. Poor Mr. Douglas, or Doug, as he insisted they call him, was already loaded down with bags. He didn’t seem to mind though, and encouraged them to keep looking and buying. Betsy didn’t want to think of how many of her paychecks were going to be needed to pay for this spree. Renee. She felt his pubic hair press against her anus and ass cheeks. His taunt stimulated her further and she felt a slight spasm ripple from her pussy up her spine. She certainly was a slut, offering her body to be used by these strangers. The older man held her fleshy hips tight as he pulled back and plunged forward. Her well-lubricated cunt allowed for a smooth though tight rhythm. LeeAnn’s attention to the younger one’s cock waned as the forceful thrusts overwhelmed her. She only managed to. The way I was exploited in the name of "diksha", in the name of "treatment", and in the name of "jagya" makes me feel so ashamed even today, after so many years. I was exploited so very cleverly and emphatically at every level and my desire to get a child was so high that I allowed everything crossing every limit of decency and modesty. It was one week stay in the ashram of Guru-ji at Rampur and within that period I had to allow at least half a dozen males to enjoy my 28-year-old fully matured.