With a little bit of pull on the leash she lowers me to the door and motions inside. ?Obviously you’ll have to crawl,? she explains and slides the ...-bar looking pipe structure out of the way to allow me to crawl inside. It’s obvious I’m not going to fit before I’m even half way in. Unperturbed, Anastasia moves to the front of the cage and opens a lock of some kind and the heavy steel ring opens wider like a ‘C’. ?Put your head through.? I obey and she immediately locks the band. He'd wanted the property that her house had sat upon, but Sara had gotten to the owner first and made him a deal, since the old man didn't want his home to be demolished and plowed over to be made into more acreage to grow corn on. She'd promised to refurbish the place and had bought it right out from under Keith's nose.It was a fact which didn't make for really great neighborly relations now that she thought about it. She hadn't seen him to speak to since she'd moved in, not since the day he'd. I decided to play along, even though I'd doubted she's actually go through with it. "Before we do anything, I want some answers." Shoot. She uncrossed her legs and let them droop over the edge. Leaning back on her elbows with her thighs spread, the lips of her cunt split apart. The gap was shiny, and probably moist."Tell me about K-Man and Randi's obsession with your father's penis." Okay. Ever hear of American Girls?" she asked."Those dolls in various costumes, right?" I'd walked past the. The sight of her 12 year old son’s arsehole in front of her drove her wild and she moved in fast, her tongue licking at his puckered ring, trying to push it inside. She pulled as much spit into her mouth as she could and spat on his hole, then pushed her middle finger in a little, forcing the saliva inside. Brian moaned above her, licking his mummy’s panties, holding them to his face. Sandra tried to push her tongue inside her son’s hole but it was so tight. She opened her mouth and glued her.