He was holding me firmly as he made quick rapid thrust. Oscar was sweating profusely as he thrust with his hips. The head of his big black dick slippe... in, making me jolt and yelp out loud. My head started to pound from the extra adrenaline that was pumping round my body.It took time for me to take just seven inches of his thick dick up me, his dick must be at least 11inches plus when hard, at least another 4 inches to go. Oscar was being gentle letting my inside adjust inch by inch as his. No, I sha’n’t have any problems. Who else will be there?”“Their two sons and their wives, Evie, who was our maid, and Harriet, Mrs Wills daughter. Evie is now their pattern designer and she is brilliant, and Harriet does technical things that I don’t understand.”“I’m looking forward to this,” said Hermione. “And tomorrow we see what they do? I’m looking forward to that too.”Hermione returned to London with a rather changed outlook on life. She sat at her dressing table looking at herself to see. There were powerful looking clamps ready to close over her ankles and behind her knees, and seams betrayed the recesses where other mechanisms were retracted deep inside the block itself.A beautiful, glossy, midnight black spit was loaded and locked. It was innocent, unthreatening, quiescent. There was no sound, no movement to suggest that its position was anything but an accident. It invited her to move closer. At least half the length of the shaft was hidden in the housing of its powerful. Jack leaned into her and gave her a soft gentle kiss. Steph turned her head so she could fully accept the kiss from him. She tried to lean in to make the kiss more but Jack held her back to keep the kiss light. She tried to fight but it was no use just that soft gentle kiss turned her into putty in his hands. He pushed her back and smiled, “Let’s just stay and watch a movie.” Steph didn’t want to watch a movie. She wanted to fuck his brains out. Before she knew it she melted, “Ok but I don’t.