“Dowthnt” Emily tried to murmur But it was too late Mr. Putter was all over her, squeezing her breasts, caressing her bruised cunt. He pulled his ...rousers down and unveiled a 5 inch cock, hidden under rolls of disgusting fat. “You whore, you horrible whore” he laughedHe stuck his ass out in her face and farted. She turned away, he then grabbed her head and rammed it into his hairy asshole, she squirmed but he commanded she stick her tongue out. She eventually obeyed. Putter, groped at Emily’s. He saw the glint of lust and desire in the nymph’s eye as she quickly approached and knelt down between his knees, now looking even more tiny! She pulled her top down and revealed the small twin swells of her own breasts. With chin tucked low, she rolled her eyes up to look coyly into the benevolent man in red’s face. He gave her a quick smile and nod and then turned his attention back to little Lilly in the globe.She had walked into her bedroom and was bent over the bed, arranging pillows and. Melanie stopped pacing. "Videotape? What videotape, Ilsa?"Ilsa stared at her, her eyes wide with terror. "Melanie, they were taping us, everything that happened in that room. You couldn't see the camera from where you were, but I just remembered it..."Melanie came and sat down next to her, looking at her intently. "A camera??" When Desiree..." Isla said, stifling a sob, "... when she made me kneel..." Ilsa closed her eyes to make it through the memory, "... when she made me lick her like. If your husband is not giving what you desire then why can’t you get it from somewhere else. If we don’t like some food we don’t eat, if we don’t like some clothes we don’t wear it. For change we eat food outside, we buy new clothes we try new things to make change in life then why we have to stuck with this husband thing? Anyway that’s my frustration not your problem so let me continue with story. One afternoon I was chatting with this Italian guy on internet we had talked lots many time. We.