If it wasn’t for me neither of them would have a clue as to what is going on.’ She continued in the same vein. The interviews with Anna and Gwen w...re much the same, they both extolled their own virtues and tried to trash the other two. They both equally badmouthed Joanne, who was pictured as a manipulative controlling bitch who ruined every shoot she went on. The final step in each interview was to say, ‘Upstairs in Suite 316 is one of the major investors in the company, a Mr. Paul Hughes. He. I screamed in pain as his cock passed through my tight sphincter; but he was gentle; so, very soon the pain became pure pleasure…The next morning, I let my husband watch us fuck once more; but this time Terence was a bit rude and aggressive. His thick cock hurt me a little; but I liked this kind of pain.As my new Black Master left, Victor hurried to shove his face between my thighs and he sucked the mess in my ruined cunt…Just a couple days later, Terence came to fuck me again.This time it was. I stuck her leopard panties in my pocket (for later jacking off) and picked up the vibrator. It too went immediately to my nose, and again, I almost came in my pants. I could smell her pussy juices and I just couldn't stop thinking of her fucking herself with it. I just couldn't resist giving it a licking so that I could tell what her pussy tasted like.I had a hard-on to die for. It was now party time. I put the vibrator back down on the nightstand and turned to face Mary. I shook her arm a. Our tongues explored each other's mouth. She ran her fingers through my hair. I let my hands slip down her back, and along the outside of her thighs. Once I reached her knees, I ran my hands back up the inside of her thighs. She closed her legs tightly. "Not yet. Let's give you some time to regenerate," she said. So we continued kissing for about 20 minutes, while my soft penis started to grow. In 20 minutes it was as hard as a rock again. "Now it looks like your ready for me," Chantal said,.