Steven had been outraged. He had held Elizabeth and told her how beautiful she was. He could not believe Franklin could not see what a wonderful woman...he had married. Steven had held her and Elizabeth had felt his growing hardness. Their lips had brushed and then they had kissed. Elizabeth had led him to her bedroom and they became lovers in the late afternoon light. Since that first time they had spent as much time together as they dared. It had been Steven's idea to start meeting at the. .."I moaned quietly to myself while I felt his hard cock slipping inside of my extra tight ass hole again and again. "Mmm... Mmmm!... Mmmm..." The man kept thrusting roughly into my ass without showing any signs of slowing down and his saliva had worn out as a lubricant a while ago. I bit down harder on my bottom lip and I continued to moan as quietly as I could manage, knowing that Granpa was probably right outside the barn, maybe a few feet away from us, since he was working on the fields. I knew this was going to happen so here was Daddi standing by the front door of the hut, being a lookout while this priest unleashed his inner desires. While this guy was hitting his 50's, he moved like he was 20. He was stocky & had a little chub to him, but he still had his muscle. This guy just shoved me into a bed, unbuckled my belt & pulled down my pants & moved my thong aside. This guy just lifted my waist & turned me on my back & just began furiously fucking my tight asshole. This guy. He didn't wait overlong before suggesting we move upstairs to the bedroom, where I was instructed to remove his clothes and then to kneel before him. His cock grew stiff as I acquiesced and took my place. I knew he was getting off on my willing subservience."You're a fucking sissy whore, aren't you?" he asked as he gripped the top of my head, using his other hand to slap his now 8-inch dick on either side of my painted face. "Open bitch," he growled, and then proceeded to slide himself in balls.