.... “Which one was that?” The words whisper into your ear. You had almost drifted off into a post-orgasmic bliss, but they startle you awake. You...open your eyes and look up. “Fuh… four, sir.” “And what was the number?” “Seven, sir.” “Yes it was…” You feel his hand sliding back down your stomach, fingers rubbing lightly as they travel. Slowly they go, teasing and sending sweet lightning through your already over stimulated skin. When they arrive at your cleft you throw your head back and moan. He had to keep them, ‘Satisfied with women, d**gs and money.’ Juan ran quite an operation. He received most of his money from d**g smuggling and smuggling i*****l workers into the U.S. He kept his men in line through strong ruthless leadership and the rewards that he gave his men. Most of the women working in the Cantina were pretty Mexican girls pulled from the trucks of ‘i*****ls’ heading for the U.S. border. This American wife was a lucky find for Juan, as she would help keep his men. "I mumbled, "Mhmhmm."She giggled. "Good, because tonight's gonna get a little crazy." She moved forward and got on her knees. I felt her press the tip of the dildo against my waiting hole. I let out a long breath Anna poured lube into my asshole and her purple dildo, and all at once, Anna thrust into me. I gasped. I didn't expect her to be so forceful. She immediately went to work and started to peg me with the strap-on. I was completely helpless to do anything but moan. I heard her laugh and. He went back in the other room to get the trolley and transported it under the bed in the right position under her body, resting on one side; he opened the trolley zip and folded the opening; then pushed slowly the Susan tied body into the trolley. Her folded body was fitting perfectly inside the trolley dimension. Before leaving Alan collected all Susan bondage gear and toys and pushed the items in the empty space inside the trolley, recovered the release key from the wall and got Susan.