Brian frowned, wondering about her change of mood. ‘What’s the matter? You look like something is bothering you.’ Sarah chewed on her bottom lip... ‘I’m just wondering how I know that I love to sew. I don’t have any memories of sewing, but somehow, I just know that I love it. I have the impression that I’m quite an accomplished seamstress, even though I can’t recall ever making a single thing. Isn’t that strange?’ Brian and Liam exchanged glances. After lunch, they had been discussing what a good. My large tits(42DD) were dripping sweat and covered with welts, brusies, scratches and bite marks as was my flat stomach, my thighs and hips, calves and feet. My ass felt like it was on fire. I was filthy, covered in dirt and grime all over my body. It slowly started to cum back to me what had happened last nite. I tatsed cum on my lips and my face felt all sticky and gooey as did the inside of my legs. As I tried to figure out a way to get loose I heard nosies and voices coming closer. I. His eyes don’t know where to look, face - boobs - face - boobs. He’s got that look of ambiguity, that’s saying I’m a gentleman, but… It’s OK, I’ll let him off. He’s doing me a favour, after all. “Can I get you a coffee? I just got a fresh pot on.” Fiddling with his bag of wrenches and so on, choosing the right one, but he can’t take his eyes off me! Does my bum look big in these ‘jamas? He takes a sip of coffee and then he’s under my sink. Hmmm... that gives me the opportunity to look at his. ” I watched, fascinated, as she reached behind her and grabbed a bottle of lube out of the chest, pouring a huge stream of the gooey liquid onto the strap-on, working it in like a pro with her tiny, manicured hand. I did as she said, and she leaned over and spit on my asshole. She moved in between my legs and pushed the head of her fat, black cock up against my pucker. “Push out,” she said, “like you’re taking a shit.” Her fat, greasy cock slid up my ass, splitting my sphincter with a flash.