No intimate eye contact sharing an erotic moment. In fact we hadn't looked at each other or kissed the entire time. I simply took from her what she wa... more than willing to give. She is my living, breathing toy, and I used her. I'm almost completely inside her--But not quite. I feel her cervix. There is no more to go. She pushes up hard. Too hard! She winched with sharp pain, and fell backward onto the bed. She didn't move. I pushed her legs together and stroked in and out of her using her wet. Mister Sinclare's penis got as hard as a uncooked hot dog when he pushed me back and said to no one particular '...get on the bed bitch I wanna get in that there ass hole now...' I wiped my mouth and looked at the bed as Charlie and Bruce lifted me up by my arms and tossed me to the bed. Mister Sinclare climbed up on the bed next to me as I tried to twist away and pulled me back to him rolling me to my stomach. Mister Sinclare was on my back fumbling foe his penis between our bodies. Bruce. On our third trip south we went all the way to Manzanillo, on the Mexican mainland, and sheltered at the little marina at Las Hadas. You’ve seen it, too, at least you have if you’ve seen the movie ’10’, that is. You remember, that blazing beach with Dudley Moore watching Bo Derek running down the beach in slo-mo? Great place, the hills around the resort are spectacular, too. So spectacular they’re lined with Mediterranean-style villas these days, and this rustic corner of paradise looks like. She may have been in her 80's but there was lust in her eyes. She loved what she was doing to me. Mr. Savage scooped up five of the dogs and placed them on the bed and they all headed to different parts of me and started feasting on me. I squirmed and moaned. Then he picked up six more and immediately there were eleven small tongues and bodies moving over mine. Occasionally, I would feel teeth but they didn't bite hard. Their tongues were smaller versions of the larger dogs, still rough but.