--- "Swallow"She gulped and said:--- "Thank you, sir."She then strained her head back and again opened her mouth.--- "You know we will hurt you." --- ...aid Sam.She lowered her head and answered:--- "Yes."--- "And what can we do with you?"--- "Anything that gives you pleasure."--- "And if we only torture you? No fucking?"--- "It is yours choice, sir."--- "Why?"--- "Because I'm just a hole to be used." --- she said. --- "A filthy whore." --- she continued --- "A piece of meat to be hurt."--- "But. All thoughts of why I was here had disappeared and the tempo had increased as Ellie was basically bouncing up and down on me, her cries could be heard down the street but she didn’t care, she had been without for 15 years and she was buggered if anything was going to spoil her moment, she orgasmed multiple times and my balls were soaked but I held on for as long as I could but watching Sophie sitting opposite I must say it was difficult.It was when Sophies legs widened that I totally lost. "Even the boys, who normally relished these ordeals, were shuffling around awkwardly, embarrassed to have pretty, sophisticated Nicole exposed their dirty little secret. I tried my best not to break down sobbing, but I couldn't manage it, and humiliated tears managed to sneak their way down my cheeks.The five us left before the shouting stopped, escaping to the Dairy Queen for ice-cream that, in my memory, tasted like chalk. I couldn't look my aunt in the eye, and I guess she could tell because. Marianne changed out of her drab button up housework shirt and into a tank top with a scooped neckline. Her breasts, while not quite as pert as when she was eighteen, certainly had held up to the test of time and looked fairly decent in the white cotton top. Looking at herself in the mirror she felt deliciously damp as her nipples hardened and became clearly visible through the flimsy material. Pulling off her jeans she gave her bushy cunt a nice rub before pulling out a skirt and slipping her.