She didn't try to remove the blindfolds or kick me away, she was just very surprised. I didn't reply, just pressed the head against her tiny, pink pus...y lips. Looking at how this b**stly black head, how wide it was, contrasted her thin, tight pussy, I didn -(TM)t know if it would fit. But lust and a little bit of spite fueled my determination to make it fit. She cooed a little, pressing her little pussy against it, not to take it in, but kind of to identify what it was. I slid the length of the. His hips raced to finish inside of me.He started to whine - almost a yowl. I shut up lest I provoke him further. It was a good move, I guess. Kane released my neck and howled for real, nearly deafening me in the loud room. His heavy, furry body rocked mine with eager heaves. He sounded victorious. "My bitch's cunt is mine forever!" I imagined. I couldn't stop my grunts and "Oofs," as the once pet husky tamed me with a vigorous fucking.Fully shamed and stifled, my guts relaxed, and my mind. Don tried to get me talking, and eventually I relented and leaned close so I could hear and be heard.After a few songs, Raul led Laura out on the dance floor, and Don shyly asked me if I wanted to dance. I figured a fast dance was ok, so I agreed. We gyrated to the music for a couple of songs before the band played a slow one. Don timidly took my hand to pull me close. I didn't know what to do, so I looked to Laura. Raul had his arms around her with both hands resting on her lower back, while. I thought of Uncle Paul, back at the party, his sad serious face, flushed with wine and happiness, watching his daughter and her husband. Did he know his wife was unfaithful? Did he not wonder where she’d been for the last twenty minutes? The man in the boat house didn’t waste any time. He crooked an arm under a knee and lifted Aunt Anna’s leg wider. Her voice was louder, but now as he pressed as deep and hard as he could, I could no longer see her face. She managed to muffle her voice some.