My change came in the form of a political alliance- The convenient marriage between Natalia Darth the only daughter of Earl of Darth and Michael Arami..., the youngest member of the Irish parliament. It was not a forced marriage. I conceded willingly. It was a marriage of political import…that I looked forward to as a means of escape. Do not get me wrong readers, It was by no means a happy consent from my side, It was just that a wife enjoyed a different kind of freedom, one that would never be. One of her biggest thrills was being at the mercy of her body's ability to do things to her without her ability to control them. As she took a long deep inhale, poo as if own it's own started slowly flowing from her anus and pushing into and around her panties. Her stomach clenched as she exhaled and more shit exhuded from her ass with a chocolate pudding like consistency. She inhaled again and moaned as she stroked her clitoris a couple of times before exploding into an orgasm so strong, it. He was naked and stroking his nice big cock. I smiled that shy smile like I had been had; I spread my legs a little wider so he could see me better. He opens the door … "I heard you were a slut, Wilson said you were fucking anything that walks, you big tit whore …… that is what you are Marca?" "Sir Deena might come in! Mr. Wilson told you about me and him, ah, he said he would keep it quite, fuck him!" He stepped in with me and pulled my naked body. ' By now my thrusting was getting beyond my control. My cock actually popped out of Ricky's ass once and I grabbed it and shoved it back in without missing a stroke. I was fucking him with a capital 'F'. The bed was quaking and we were both grunting like a****ls. 'Dude-roll over on your back. No—don't take it out, just roll over.' He grabbed my hand and as I rolled onto my back, Ricky stayed on me and ended up sitting down directly on my cock. He leaned back on his hands and put his ankles.