"You were gone a long time. Have any problems filling that virgin ass hole Mrs. C."Red faced Mary replied, " I'm sorry it took so long Ms. Simon." You... salad and bread sticks are here. I want you to place a bread stick in your dipping hole and leave it there until I tell you to remove it." ordered Lisa.The horrified teacher picked up a bread stick and carefully reached under the table to push it into her pussy which was to her further embarrassment very wet, as it always seemed to be. He continues to whisper to me as his hand glides along the plains of my soul. His dominance, asserted with unequivocal force. The energy radiating for him forces me to my submission.I kneel before him, restrained as he desires me. My wrist and ankles tied together with a small X-strap. Silver chains run from my collar to my nipples and clit. But this is merely foreplay; it’s the plug in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy that has me shaking with lust. My breasts rise and fall with each. He watches himself grab the rope in front. There's a tug of war between himself and the grinning Steve. His wife shouts, "Stop it! Tom! It isn't funny!"He hears his own clear alto voice from the bank drawl, "Asshole, let them go by!" and Steve gives the canoe a big push which sends him flying over backwards with a splash.He heard Steve's happy laugh. "Just having some fun, honey. Let's fuck."The voice wails, "I am gone."There's a memory of his sister on the phone the day before: "Yeah," she. He pounded her pussy relentlessly while her body was starved of oxygen. She clawed at his body with limp hands as his arms bulged with the potent muscles he was using to restrain her. The top grew tighter and tighter around her throat, making the veins bulge and the color deepen in her face. She could only manage a few short, gasping moans, gurgling at the lack of air. She rode his cock harder, hoping somewhere in that dark soul of his he would stop if she could pleasure him. But he didn’t..