But Sergey slowly raised Natasha slightly behind the ass, enter pussy it was easy, despite the size of his penis, he entered her and began to move in ... measured way, tapping eggs on my face. It was an incredible feeling. I do not know why I felt it was wrong with me, but It was cool, my dick was so swollen that it seemed that the belt would burst. At some point, Sergei pulled a member of Natasha's pussy and put it in my mouth. He waited a bit, letting me get used to the new feeling and slowly. I met new people, one man showed me furniture he makes from scrap pieces of granite and marble. I took some pictures of the tables he had made, but couldn't really appreciate the beauty. My heart was like a stone.There were children in her home, grandchildren of hers, and I managed to keep up my friendly facade while around them. I played with the children, allowing them to lead me off into one of the fields to pick berries from one of the many fruit trees surrounding the house. The children. About fifteen feet from the edge was another man in a dark suit. He held a corded mic and paced impatiently. When I saw him, I knew this was a TV show called The ReDating Game. A flurry of details rushed at me that fleshed out the story. They answered the questions about why he was there, how he got there, who arranged it etc.? I saw the answers in a flutter of several less distinct images. In a final major and clear image, I saw our leading man and his long lost love. They looked like eight. ..months. So this last time, I had tied Peggy up, hands and knees foward, and ankles to the back. She was stuck on all fours with her ass in the air. I was slowly torturing her, by fingering her and leaving, I would open the curtains when I knew the mailman was coming so he could see, etc. Then on the last time I opened the curtains and went outside to peek in, not realizing I had locked myself out, and left the bedroom door open. All I could do was watch as Marve walked in and had Peggy tied.