She reached up to tug at it but it was tied under her chin. It was completely black, she couldn’t see a thing.Boris pushed her so she had to step fo...wards. He gripped her shoulders and manoeuvred her until she felt plastic under her feet and then the hard metal bench table thing on her ribs.“Get up on it,” Xenia came behind her, displacing Boris. It was too high to get up onto easily and she didn’t want to split her legs to get one knee up, in case the gown opened. Xenia’s big hands gripped her. She'd have been naive if she'd imagined that her welcome would be especially warm simply because the government of the Republic of England had reluctantly and belatedly agreed to provide asylum for a nominal fraction of the many millions of refugees spilling out of the devastated and still radioactive Holy Land. Nevertheless, she hadn't really anticipated quite the degree of hostility that greeted her and what was left of her family.Tamara and the hundreds of other Jewish refugees in the convoy. She poured an amount into the bulb along with some hot water. “Elbows on the vanity. This is a wine enema. You’ll love it. I have watered it down some.”She began to dig her fingers into my ass cheeks pulling them apart. With her finger probing she found my anus and slipped the enema tube past her finger into my hole. She began to squeeze, forcing warm wine into my bowls. The warmth inside me was pleasurable and gratifying. Hold that inside while I put some redness on your ass. “No, please!” I. Huh," Maggie grunted back. "You're gonna have my third baby in your belly when he comes through the door," John reminded her. "Oh yes...oh yes," Maggie squealed, pussy churning. "Does it feel good having me get you pregnant?" John asked. My wife's head nodded. "Always," she gasped. "Always. I want so many babies with you." They fucked deep and hard. John settled into a steady pace, reaching under to grasp Maggie's asscheeks in his hands and driving deep.. "Uh-uh-uh-uh..." Maggie grunted in time.