I had a great time, riding my hard cock into and out of Denise’s mouth and throat.Over and over again, I pulled my pulsing cock back out, then relen...lessly drove it again into the back of her throat. I could feel my balls pressing on her chin. The camera kept clicking.In fact, the camera seemed precisely synchronized with my cock.I used poor Denise’s mouth and throat for my exclusive pleasure.As I grew more excited, I grabbed her already bruised breasts and squeezed them tightly.Denise was. As predicted, we were about half way home when we were suddenly attacked by a rain of crossbow bolts. We could feel them hit us and fall to the ground. The spell also protected our horses: something that I had forgotten to ask for. Fortunately, Granny Eltman had remembered.There were eight men in the party of ambushers. One may hide while shooting a crossbow, but one must stand in plain sight while cocking and reloading, so we had no trouble in seeing our attackers. We were riding trained. As she bent over Mike got a tantalising glimpse of the back of her legs. She poured coffee and Mike got out of his chair and went over to the table. Her breasts strained against the buttons on her cream chiffon blouse; he could see she wore a white satin camisole under her blouse."Thanks," Mike said as she offered him a cup, he noticed the red nailpolish on her long manicured fingernails; her fingers were long and delicate.She turned on her heels and took a pace towards her husband offering him. .." he sobbed.Tiffany looked down at her now younger brother's face and saw his tearsoaked cheeks, she was starting to feel sorry for him. However, as shewas bout to let him up she spotted her doll across the room still halfcovered in mud. The sight of this crystallized Tiffany's resolve, andany mercy John could have expected evaporated in an instant. With a furyshe began the spanking again. SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! Theblows came down faster this time, and John was howling in pain.