"--- "To be used ..." --- he cited her tattoo.--- "... by men and dogs." --- she finished.--- "Did you really ..." --- he started to ask.--- "Was I fu...ked by a dog?"--- "Yes."--- "Many times."--- "That's disgusting." --- he said. His words hurt her a bit.--- "What can I say? I'm a disgusting sissy-slut."He traced his hand down, and explored her metal guard.--- "And what is that?"--- "That's a metal guard. It's blocking my ... other hole." --- said --- "After all, I'm a sissy."--- "Isn't it. On the second lap there had to be a hundred yards between Ragged Muffinand the rest of them.Ann just stared, his face colouring beetroot red as Mavis kept repeating,"You idiot Burt. You stupid bloody idiot!"4Burt enjoyed the delicacies on the menu in the most expensive restaurantin Brighton as Richard regaled her with humourous tales from his days asan army officer.The trifle they brought out for desert was simply to die for. Burt didn'tthink her tongue would survive the impulse of flavor as. Naturally, I wanted to know more, when it took place, for how long, and if it was over. She supplied those answers without my having to ask. She had to lean forward to be heard. ‘It was a year ago. I guess I was feeling sorry for myself and felt the affair was something I wanted. It only went on for a few weeks. Russell found out about it and broke it up. I wasn’t sorry to end it because I had no feelings for the guy.’ ‘Why did you think you had to tell me?’ I asked, wondering at that moment if. His balls were almost painfully tight at the base, loaded with hot come."Feel it, Mike!" Donna hissed, ramming her cunt up and down his cock in a frenzy. "Feel Mother's cunt fucking your cock! Can you feel how wet and hot Mother's pussy is! Oooooh, baby, I love your cock! I love the way it feels in my cunt! Ooooh, honey, fuck me! Fuck Mother, Mike!"Mike tried to work with her, but Donna was pounding up and down much too frantically, and all he could do was hold her ass tightly. Donna whipped.