Years of training my ass has kept it loose, but has not taken away the strength of my anus, in case I can't always make it to a toilet right away. Lar...e object insertion was never easy or comfortable when screwing the fake vagina, so I used smaller sized objects and even discovered the harder they vibrate the better the orgasm yet. I nearly passed out from one such session, because I came so hard. I started experimenting with depth as well, and although it was painful getting through the upper. But remember, no screaming or you'll be sorry.? I breathe deeply through my mouth, relieved that the gag is taken out. ?Don't you love it, Mrs. Donohue?? he asks again. What does he expect me to say that I love it. He disfigures my body, and hewants me to respond! ?When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer, Mrs. Donohue,? he spitsout as he smacks the side of my left tit. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He hits my lefttit three more times. ?I love it,? I whimpered, willing to say anything to stop. He was an arrogant, obnoxious, self opinionated, obsequious young man and the least handsome person I had ever met. He was a short, thin, stooped and shuffling man with the countenance of a weasel and about as trustworthy. I had tried to escape from the ship when it docked in Cape Town for provisions before the final leg across the Indian Ocean, but I was never allowed out of the watchful gaze of at least one of the crew. That final leg I prayed would be slow allowing me an extended final. …,” Lydia gasped through clenched teeth, as she felt him stiffen inside her. Andrew gripped her arse tightly and started shoving his hips upwards and driving his hard on fully into her drenched and sticky cunt. The bed was starting to shake as they fucked ardently. Lydia looked down at Andrew’s face and could see that his mouth was open, his eyes screwed tightly shut. He was approaching climax. Then, like an express train, it hit her. She felt her eyes roll to the back of her head, her vision.