After the breeding I’d just had he was nothing; I was wide open for him and there was no way he was going to pound me as hard as Baron had. He did t...y for a few minutes then, settled into a nice steady fucking rhythm finally adding his load to what was already in me.We talked after he was done [and after I made an extended visit to the bathroom]. I slipped back into the camisole top I’d been wearing, prior to being bred, but was sitting on a folded-up towel. Even with the trip to the toilet, I. ...." Not until you rescued me," she recalled how Cassandra picked her up inher expensive car one day as she sobbed after being teased for being fatand ugly by her school mates.Without permission from anyone, Cassandra brought her here. There was asearch for her for many weeks until the authorities gave up. Theyconcluded that she had run away or been kidnapped by a crazed man whohad raped, killed and buried her in this vast area. She was in the newsfor months but when something just as. Maybe it was a sacrifice worth making – she could not feel joy, but neither could she hurt. There was only emptiness. And emptiness feels like nothing. She had lived near that beach for more than two years, and all of that time had been with the easy-going night watchman who seemed to think she could be a different kind of woman. He said he loved her, and he probably meant it. But she couldn’t love him. She could fuck him, she could play with him, and she could enjoy the warmth of his body. I could see that my wife had taken extra effort to paint her toes. She had also had pedicure done to her feet that day. She also wore anklets and toerings which made her feet look even more beautiful. The guy took out his dick and I could see it was bigger than mine. My wife will have good time fucking this dick, I thought to myself. I also took out my dick and started wanking. The guy looked at her feet with admiration and said he had fucked countless feet in his life but her feet were amongst.