She pushed straight in deep as far as her finger could reach and I found that I could not even cry out.Barbara started fucking me with two fingers; th...usting in and out so quick I could feel my heels skimming on the marble floor. I lowered my head and pushed my arms against the wall, bending a bit over for her…Then we heard the door swing as somebody entered the room.I wiggled my ass, pushing slightly against her fingers and I whispered:"Don't stop, please..."She kept moving her hand, as I. I went to his room, where he had elected to sleep on a mattress on the floor. He said it reminded him of his cell back at St. [redacted].He was asleep. I felt his hand move up my side. It was crazy.“Bobby!” I said, loudly.The hand vanished as he lifted his head.“Huh?” he asked, obviously groggy. “What’s wrong?”“I think you were dreaming,” I said.“What?” He sat up. It was warm and he hadn’t been covered by the sheet. He was naked, as usual. There was a towel lying on the floor next to the. She was breathing heavier now, partly from pain. It’s not like she made a habit of putting anything in her ass, must less a tick dick like her benefactor’s. She knew he wouldn’t stay still for long, so reaching down, she began to stimulate her clit using her fingers. That felt good, and she picked it up as she felt him begin to move.I had not quite half of me buried in Ashlynn Luker’s PAWG ass. Slowly, I began to p-u-m-p, moving back, then in…back and then in. My bought ass was doing her. Dessert was a cherry tart. It was delicious, but she still had only one piece and difficulty swallowing all of that. There were three wines, but most of the toasts were to her or to her and to George. She had but two glasses. That was one more glass than she was used to at home and wine rather than ale. The drink didn’t seem to make her giddy. In fact, she was still nervous when she and George left the table.“I love you, you know,” George said when they were outside her room.“I love you, too.”.