Now she has to grab the big solid trunk of the tree now to get ready for what is to come. Her thighs and groin begin to heave by themselves out of her...control. As he usually does, her companion has now ducked inside her vagina, moving back and forth like a disembodied penis, or a hard dildo running on batteries. A boat cuts through the water with its loud truck engine blasting. The man driving knows Reung and waves to her, just at the time that she is screaming at the top of her voice,. Just then the one with the gun, leaned into David and whispered harshly, "You so much as fuck this up by spitting on the pavement, and it'll be you and da' cop who go down." Damn you to Hell" David responded in a quiet voice. But he kept walking and soon the three of them were ensconced in a newish black '46 Cadillac. It had driven up to the curb and David and his goons had slipped into the back. He was sandwiched between the two of them. They stank of stale sweat, cheap cigars and what David. Her face replaced her crotch as she sank to her haunches. She frowned, studying him with her chocolate eyes. Then she suddenly smiled."Shall I remove his muzzle, Mistress?" she asked, calling out to be heard."Whatever you want, honey." Miss A's voice came from the inside. "He's your pet, isn't he?"Busy fingers loosened the straps. She tried to pry the ball out, encouraging him to open his mouth wider, but he couldn't. Pain shot through the hinges of his jaws as she put pressure on it. He cried. The cock approached, moved over my face, and I watched as it touched my wife's pussy, rubbed it up and down, her juices smearing over the head. It then slowly began moving forward, stretching her pussy more than I thought possible, until the whole head, then the whole shaft was embedded in her. The master's big beefy balls hung low and rested on my forehead. I struggled again, and again I couldn't move. The smell of the master's sweat began to intermingle with the smell of my wife's.