When I thought about being choked and slammed against the truck I got even wetter. The thought of the risk I took, the possibility of being caught by ...nyone at any time will he fucked me, was enough to drive me insane. By the end of work I was as wet as the night before and was hoping Brent would text me when he woke up. About an hour after I got home my phone buzzed. I rushed to grab it, YES it was Brent! “How’s my slut doing?” was his message. “Good I guess” I replied. I was wet and hornier. The day was gone even the next day I had doubts about the heading vagina.I asked her she was bit scared annoyed and sory of anger on her face I tried to explain her I was not in class but.. Finally she agreed and told to sit she would explain.. But I thought lets have a practical class.. I said her.. Her reply wasS-are you out of your mind ? Get lost from here .. I am your sisterM-ha toh kya hua explain hi karne bolraha hu batade usme kya hai mai kisi ko nhi bolungaS-tune mujhe samjh ke kya. When I gagged this time, my bladder letloose, and I started urinating in what I now knew was a diaper. I justgave up and just let it go--I stopped trying to hold in my urine.After a few reflex gags, I stopped almost choking while the liquid justkept coming down the back of my throat. I was hoping this was some kind ofblended up food or shake to keep me healthy, but again, I had no idea. Twominutes? Three minutes? The liquid finally stopped coming through the"nipple." The woman(?) unsecured the. Linda threw her leg over sires prostrate body and pointed his cock to the entrance of her cunt. Lowering herself until a third of his cock had disappeared into her, then she suddenly dropped down on his cock, burying its entire length in her fuck tunnel. She then began to moan in tempo to her writhing on top of the reclining dog. It was almost a chant as her orgasms began again. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. She couldnt achieve the tempo Sire could, so after several minutes, she got off. She went.