John Sanders sat on the couch with his face in his hands. Tears leaked around his fingers as June Andrews held him while trying to tell him that it wo...ld be ok. ‘It’s ok John she’s gone.’ Said Bob as he looked at his best friend and his wife June. He went to the kitchen and came back with three beers then sat down in his chair across from the couch. ‘Don’t plan on getting drunk that’s the last thing you need right now.’ John picked up the beer nodded thanks and took a sip. ‘Thanks. I just. But that's the way it goes. It's going to happen, Christina. Relax and you'll come to enjoy it." Given how tightly her was holding her, she had no alternative. Cal slowly penetrated her ass with his finger, working it in and out. Then two fingers. And finally 3 fingers. She lay there inert. She could feel Jordan's cock deep into her and Cal's fingers rubbing against each other. The cameraman was moving, getting shots from all angles. Cal pulled his fingers out and then she could feel him. This woman had reached so far into my soul that she dragged up everything that was dark and evil inside me. But the more I insulted and humiliated her, the more she seemed to thrive on it.“Spread your legs, whore, I am going to fuck that cunt as you have never felt before,” as I mounted her from the front. I watched her eyes watching as my cock dropped into her waiting cunt. I saw her bite her lip with pleasure as I started to pump my hips up and down. She met every thrust with an equal and. Lynette’s eyes closed as she concentrated on the feeling of me inside her. Already my balls were reacting to the eroticism of the night. This felt so much more than just another lover, and I didn’t want to lose eye contact with Lynette as I withdrew from her each time, ready for another plunge into the depths of her sex. Her hands came up to caress my hips and encourage my movements. I felt the touch of her fingers on my skin, but my cock only recognized yet another sensory assault that sent a.