He had finished the work that was intended to keep the class busy for the whole period and more than likely a bit of homework as well, in less than tw...nty minutes. Now had he nothing to do but stare at sensual Ms. Furr. She was not one to tempt the young flesh before her by action, it was that natural sexuality. Really, one with her body, her natural carnal nature never should have become a teacher, but she loved every aspect of it, from teaching to the works of the wordsmiths, Lana Furr loved. The door bell rang as it opened. In came a man, along with a pimply faced teen boy, a women and a girl.Ashley grabbed two menus and greeted them.Man looking around the shop: “We can sit anywhere?”Ashley smiling: “Yes sir.”The man pointed to the second booth from the door: “That will do just fine.”The man and the boy sat on one side of the booth and the woman and girl bent down on their hands and knees and scooted under the table. The woman and girl wore the same clothes and hairstyle. A. It won't fit..." she says out of breath as her hand desperately rub her own cunt.He slowly pushes his huge cock head feeling the little rosebud of his mother anus nearly bursting with the pressure as it opens up. He keeps on pushing. The hard work has a pay off. As his thick shaft sinks away into the old anus he feels the burning heat on the inside. Much, much hotter than the cunt.AAAAAH...AAAAH...GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME...” she pants, totally out of breath.This is what hell must feel. The raising welts beginning to overlap one another across her heaving chest, the circular image of the front of her ribcage protruding from her hollowing stomach as her glistening body arches back, trembles, I glance toward the Dominatrix, give a nod. Standing, allowing Jo to straighten, to collect her balance, the fresh pattern of welts across her bare breasts glisten as perspiration beads across her nude flesh. Her lips remaining parted, her nostrils flaring as she rasps for breathe, her.