I was being fucking ****d. Holy fucking shit, I was screaming at him to stop and he wrapped his hand around my mouth. And I was disgusted thinking he ...ubing my ass and stroking his cock fucking me. I couldn’t feel anything but pain anymore, and at some point felt the EXACT same visuals in my head, of a thick cock sliding back and forth inside the human body, female or male, it didn’t matter. I now felt what it was like to have a thick fat cock slide back and forth inside of your body. He was. I could tell sweetwife was equal parts nervous and excited. She asked if we could stop for a quick drink to help her relax, but I already arranged with Ryan to have a few bottles of wine on hand at this place. We talked during the drive, with several "Are you sure?" questions between her and I. I told her that I love her, I know that I can trust her, and that this was a fun thing for us to try as a couple. Most of all, I told her to just let go while we are there and enjoy it. She squeezed. “Mind you, I suppose it was a little inevitable you would be tempted at some stage, lots of men are, and you wouldn’t be short of offers would you? You’re a very attractive man, I could go for you myself if I was a little younger and fancied a little taste of white meat.” Michelle and Adam were face to face and stood very close with their eyes locked onto one another's. “I don’t think you’re old” Adam said. “You're a very attractive woman.” Michelle thanked him and gently brushed his arm with. ‘I have held your head while you vomited. I have heard words from your lips that I never used, stories that made me blush. I have seen you kill, I have seen you kill over my honour! What kind of woman do you think you are? Answer me!’ ‘I am a bad woman, sir,’ she said in a voice without expression. She stared at him with the unspoken rider to her statement clear in her stance: legs slightly apart so that she would be perfectly balanced if she moved her right arm to her rapier sword. A bad.