Our tongues swirled around each others mouth. While we were doing that I reached my hand to grab Julies glorious ass. fuck me with the strap on she gr...wled in my ear as I slapped her ass. I got up and grabbed it and strapped it on, it was about eight inches long and one inch thick. I sat in one of the chairs she had in her room and she started to suck the fake cock. One it was covered in her silva she went back the the bed and I followed her. She was on the edge of the bed with her legs spread. Then my heart raced and almost stopped when my eyes became accustomed to the dim light in the room.My sweet Ana was there, bending over a desk, leaning forward and placing her hands on the flat surface. She was keeping the balance with her long legs wide spread. Her summer dress was wrapped around her soft waist and worst thing of all, a giant black man was standing behind her, with a big cock out from his trousers, hanging half erected.I recognized his uniform and I could see he was one of the. Peter gently lowered his sarong and her hands traced even more scars across his buttocks. Someone had flogged him many times – unmercifully. There was not a single inch of flesh from his buttocks to his shoulders that was free of the lash scars. Standing proudly before her, he carefully refitted his sarong. ‘This is my Peter,’ were Jennifer’s first thoughts. ‘He is so proud and so straight.’ He turned and seemed to fiddle with the altar on the table before laying a small cigarette-like piece. After what seemed like about the right amount of time to finish my story, Kevin looked back at me and asked, “I’m just curious about something, Ed. Have you been reading any of the stories on the web site I told you about?” I tried to act totally disinterested when I responded, “No, sorry, Kevin. I haven’t time to read that stuff after working on Linda’s project. Why do you ask?” He said, “I’m just curious is all. There is a new author on there who writes in a very compelling and realistic.