Edging towards her, I avoided guests sat on the floor with small crab-like steps.Arriving, her jade eyes sparkled, “Salut.”“Bonjour, je m’appe...le Martin. Vous parlez Anglais? Mon Français n'est pas bon.” It plodded a bit.“Yes, you are ‘English’. I am Anne-Pierre.”“Wow, is my French that bad?”She giggled, “No, that was very good. I asked my friend who the handsome man was talking to Elodie and everyone calls you ‘English’. Will you join me?”“Thanks,” I paused a little taken aback, “I’d be. But your ass belongs to Daddy now." And Max slid further in."Ahhhhh!" Alex moaned."Almost in now, bitch." Max said and then slid the rest of his cock into the boy beneath him.They lay there for a moment, Alex panting with fear and pain, Max panting with lust and desire. Then Max began to move; slowly pulling out of the boy and then sliding back in. It hurt Alex and he was sobbing softly. But gradually the pain began to lessen. It didn't feel so bad now; it was actually starting to feel good!. I'm sure he got a great peek at my asshole as he worked my ass. He squirted massage oil repeatedly until my back was a sweetly-scented sticky mess and his hands slid smoothly over my curves and into my crack.This whole time, he was standing to the side of the table. I felt his hairy bare legs graze my arm and hand as he worked back and forth alongside me. At one point, I felt his fingers getting close to my asshole, and I could swear his was rubbing his fingertip practically into me. I let out. .As I get on my knees in front of him where he it sitting on the couch I notice how much his head is tilted back with his eyes closed but his mouth open. He is just feeling good and enjoying this. He had actually spent some time in prison when he was young for a marijuana offense many years prior and for some reason that was going through my head as I made the choice so suck his beautiful cock. I knew that he wouldn't stop me. I knew that perhaps he had had something like this in the past. My.