Why would he grope a married woman in her forties like me? Few moments passed by and I felt like something being rubbed against my butts. In no time d...d I realize that the k** behind me had a hard tool and he was rubbing them on my buttocks. And I was actually feeling nice. I decided to ignore. But my lack of reaction probably made the k** bolder because his contact with my body started becoming firm. He had come very close so that his erect tool could be pressed against my buttocks. I felt. I braced myself, trying to splay my limbs, best I could. Time slowed sickeningly, underscored by an abrupt bang. Then, I was falling. The sucking blackness beneath spread its arms and reached up to pull me down. The grip around my wrist was sudden and vice-like; fingers that dug hard into my flesh and held on tight. A voice hissed out of the gloom, “pull yourself up, I can’t hold onto you for long.” My boot found a rocky outcrop in the void beneath. I kicked off it, grabbing at the splintered. She started to gag and gurgle, slobber was falling on her big tits. “Suck him good” I told my wife: “He’s gonna be ready to shoot some good load on your face” Yakoob said: “Yeah, I’m gonna cum in your wife’s throat”. He shoved that big cock all the way in, holding her head tightly, and came! I could see his eyes rolled over and his balls tighten up. This fucking stud was coming!I wanted to see my slut gag with his semen, but she managed to swallow his cum. He shot his load into her throat! It. It didn’t exist. Lacie was back home, at the mansion, talking, laughing, joking, playing. She was working in the gardens with Marie. The vegetables needed to be harvested. It was a beautiful sunny day, and she was laughing at some joke Marie had just told her, reveling in the feel of the sun and the smells of dark, fertile earth. She knew Ana was inside, preparing lunch for the household. Lacie wondered what they would be eating. She knew yesterday had been sandwiches and chips, and Lacie knew.