I do. As I punch my fist into you, my finger pries open your cervix. This sends a spear of agony into your deepest places. Tears of pain and pleasure ...eep out past the blindfold. As my daring digit penetrates your womb, you howl. The dildo gag is no longer sufficient to hold back the sheer keening agony and ecstasy, of your non verbal vocals. My hand is located expertly, used exquisitely and your mind begins to disintegrate. Your cunt is full of my black fist. Your G-spot is stimulated by the. Every afternoon as soon as I was in from school she would come into my room to make sure I was doing my studies and not slacking off. How did I expect to get into a decent college if I was a slacker was her usual comment.Of course all the time she was dressed in shorts and bikini top and laying on my bed doing her best to tease me until she left. Walking out the door her last snide remark was about not straining anything after she left.Summer was starting to warm up and so was Zoë; bikini's. ’ He sat down in his big leather chair and moved it so they were facing each other. Arlene was trembling with anticipation. ‘William, this…this is crazy!’ she giggled nervously. ‘Maybe,’ William said. He smiled up at her. ‘But I have a feeling you’re going to love it.’ He unbuttoned the dress, then slid his hands inside it and gently cupped her breasts. Then he began rubbing his thumbs back and forth over his wife’s erect nipples. ‘Ahhhhh!!!!!’ Arlene groaned. Primal sensations ripped through. They had met David and Beth Warner at Thanksgiving. Both had seen the Warners when they lived in Cutter’s Crossing but they weren’t friends. Now Beth Warner was the primary owner of the company where Mason worked.The company manufactured heating and plumbing supplies – and it had almost gone under a few years before. The CEO and his secretary had raided the corporate pension fund and ran off to South America. Beth Warner had swooped in after the company declared bankruptcy and kept 400 men and.