“what?! who are you?! why are you doing this?!” she screamed, half into the pillow shhhhh” he said once more. he grabbed her hips and pulled her...towards him. she knew he was about to fuck her again, so she fought. she started kicking and trying to turn over. he started hitting her everywhere he could. he then remembered his knife. he opened it, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back, putting it to her throat again.She grasped her hands around his wrist and said “please! no!” thinking he was. .."I licked my lips. I'd love to see him getting fucked, even if it was just a vegetable paddling his pooper."It's still nice and tight though," he chuckled. "D'you wanna little feel...?" Danny... I shouldn't..." You can have a taste as well, if you're up for it!" Really... I can't..."Seeing how turned on I was – my face must have been crimson – he said, "Okay, then... how about you get on the bed and straddle me like you used to? Come on, Matty, pull your pants off and squat over me... just. " How comfortable are you with your current length?" Bree asked."Um..." I thought a moment. "As comfortable as I need to me," I finallysaid."It's O.K.," Ruth said quietly. "You can tell her." It's a wig," I said.Bree simply nodded. "Ruth, why don't you shut that door?" Certainly." And Bethany, why don't you have a seat?"I took a deep breath, deposited my purse on the counter, and tentativelyclimbed into Bree's chair."I see women in wigs all the time," Bree was saying. "Do you mind if wetake. It won’t be pleasant.” Holding his breath and gritting his teeth, Michael shoved it in, and sighed with relief when his rectum clamped around the narrow base. To his utter surprise, its presence brought his dick back to life.Dominique swung a straight-backed chair into the center of the room and sat down. Parting her legs, she crooked a finger at him and patted her left thigh, smiling as he approached. The view between her thighs had his hard-on pointing at the ceiling. Michael dutifully.