Remembering your sales report in your bag, you twist slightly to dig it out. You stop because your elbow jabs into the ribs of the woman beside you. S...e frowns briefly then resumes reading. Frustrated by not being able to get out the report, you scan the various posters hanging near the ceiling instead. In one, a policeman’s stern face stares out at you. The caption reads: "See something. Say something.” An intricate line drawing of a woman has been sketched across the poster with a black. Each breath cost her so much energy and pain she dreaded the one to come. She sagged back down on the cross where a phallic shaped piece of wood protruded and seemed to allow her to take some of the weight off her feet. Really, the device was to keep the nails from tearing through the flesh of her hands. There was nothing merciful about this cross. She was in her third hour of agony. Mr. Simmons had retired inside for a lunch of cold shrimp and white wine while the rest of the girls were. I pulled down the panties and tights just enough to be able to play. I lubed up th dildo and slowly eased it into my tight eager ass letting it slide all the way in then pulling it out. I did this a few times before I hered a car pulling in to the drive.I quickly got up and tidied myself up and ran down stairs ready to open the door for the guy. As I opened the door the guy looked me over and smiled. I invited him in and we headed up stairs and into my room. As we got inside he ordered me to. "Then Duncan rolled on top of his mom and pushed his cock to her opening of her wet pussy. He pushed in inch by inch till he was buried in her warm tight hole. "You feel so tight and so good to me mom. I am going to love fucking you and making you cum many times tonight. I will fill your tight hole with my cum again and again." Pam answered, "yes, baby. fuck me and fill me. I want that big cock in me all the way. Fuck me like a man." Soon Duncan was pounding his mom's pussy fast and deep. She.