Gwen DiAngelo. My Italian mother gave me my massive chest: heavy and firm, Triple D, and swollen with pride, and an accent that took all my years of c...llege to break. My Russo-Polish father didn't help since his family gave me large puffy nipples, pouty lips, and wavy red hair. My body, I've been told, is to die for. Narrow waist, wide hips that support a gorgeously plump ass, and long, long legs that end in cute, petite feet and toes that are perfect for high heels.I stepped out of the. ” With a smile, Kate made the universal jerking off motion. “Oh, sure, you could jerk me off.” “Right, those are the three I was thinking of. A handjob, a blowjob, or a fuck. Which do you want?” “Can I really, really fuck you, Kate? I want to sooo much. Please?” “Remember, I get to choose, right?” “Yes.” The boy anticipated disappointment. “Henry, you’ve got a nice stiff cock and a beautiful case of blue balls. Don’t you feel ready to cum right away?” “Yes, I need to. I want to fuck you. Returning from her car, I half expected her tocome in with a cauldron, robes and a pointed hat. Instead, the last thingI expected her to pull out of her purple bag was a small knife, with awhite handle and a blade, which looked a lot like bronze."What's that for?" Clutching the rock to my chest, I couldn't keep myeyes off the blade. So I didn't like sharp pointy things. If this was ajoke, it had going too far already.Seeing the concern in my eyes, Kaylee smiled. "Don't be such a baby, thisis. I have made up my mind and I am not going back.I took out a gag and gagged her mouth. Then took a whip and whipped her hard on my wife’s pussy and tits. She couldn’t scream as I had gagged her.Then I tore her lingerie, took some nipple clamps and clamped her nipples. Then, I took some weights and attached them to the end of the clamps. I took an electric tool kit. You should have seen my wife’s eyes at that time. They opened up so wide out of fear and shock!I gave her a medium-level shock in.