It's very potent. The poor boy must be losing his mind with that sound in his dick. Just look at him. He's ready to explode. Of course, he won't be do...ng that until I've checked his prostate thoroughly."Timothy let out a low groan. "Fuck," he gasped out, spurting inside his slacks, messing his underwear, his hips arching. "Damn it." He'd meant to save himself, but seeing his new pet squirm was so stimulating that he couldn't help himself. "Well, feel free to tie his hands so he doesn't touch. Ramya could feel her climax building rapidly, flowing outward from her loins like a fiery tidal wave of white-hot pleasure. She pressed frantically on the back of my head as I ate her, rubbing her choot savagely against my face until she suddenly stiffened, screaming in violent orgasm. Torrents of choot juice exploded into my fast working mouth, spreading our sticky warmth all over my cheeks and down my chin until my aunty heaved one last time, grunting out the last of her orgasm as she. But they were so loud. The dancers were dressed a little strangely, she thought. Perhaps a little out of style, the more she looked at them. Old-fashioned, even.It did not matter, at least not immediately. She looked about her to satisfy herself they had all made it safely—her beloved Gérard, Sandrine, and young Roger. They had been forced into the stones. Into. The word made her shudder. How was it possible one could be forced into a stone?The truth was undeniable. Into. They had been fully. She felt him release her, unsure of how long she had been over his lap. He sent her scurrying into the corner of her living room, and had her put her hands up behind her head, interlocking her fingers. She wanted to squirm, to rub her sore ass, but when she fidgeted, she got a swat with her hairbrush. She stood there, staring at the corner, for what seemed like hours to her, but were in fact only 30 minutes. She heard her tormentor rummaging thru her closets and drawers, till he returned.