The bastard admitted he had always dreamed about fucking my wife and now he would have a chance to do it…I looked at him with anger; but I decided t... went inside the house.I gave them just a half hour and I looked out.Guy was on his back; my sensual wife was straddling him impaled in his huge black cock and Anson’s tremendous black cock was hammering Anita’s asshole. I went outside to watch.My sensual Ana was screaming in both pain and pleasure, depending on what cock was being pushed inside of. Nancy was so far gone she couldn't even yell out with pleasure, all she could do was gasp and groan as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her body.Almost without stopping Bob grabbed her by the waist flipped her over onto her front, then positioned her legs so her ass stuck up in the air ready to fuck her doggy style. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it all over her sopping cunt. Making Nancy whimper and beg for him to fuck her. "Please Bob, Please fuck me, fuck me with your big cock. "But since you were bad you are going to be punished," he said.Jamie tried to talk."Not a word, you are going to do exactly what I tell you from now on orelse you will know real pain."Jamie had woken up to a nightmare."Now get off the couch."Jamie hesitated.His hand was pulled and he ended up on all fours on the floor."Now stand up," he told him.Taking support from the couch he lifted himself up. As he did so herealised that his gloves were back in place.He stood in his heels and still Trevor. The jet of hot urine hits me square in the face. You direct the hard stream into my staring eyes, my open mouth is rinsed with your foamy piss. And there's still enough to soak my torn blouse, my hair, what's left of my shredded panties, my silk stockings.What difference does it make? I have to keep asking myself this question: what difference does it make? Because, at least at first, it's hard to dissociate whatever is speaking here from that poor abused body on the floor. You crush out your.