Fir kya tha maine khana khaya lund ki safai ki ot chal diya shikaar par maine bell bjai or aunty ne gate khola ham andar chle gye or aise hi baate krn... lgee tv dekh rahe the to aunty ne puchha tumahri koi gf hai maine mna kar diya unhone puchha ku to maine kaha koi mili hi nahi achhi wo puchhne lagi kaise chahiye maine tabhi jwaab diya biklul aapke jaise wo hsne lagi or thori udaas ho gyi to maine puchh liya shayd unko uncle ki yaad agyi to maine unhe thora honsla diya or moka dekh unhe hug kr. Didn’t you go with Eric?“he told me to keep and eye on you Benny” he replied.“Plus you know I love my godson” he said“where is he?” he asked“playing with the set you bought him“ I said“He really likes it”He asked me if I liked the jeans I told I hadn’t tried them yet so he said now it the perfect time he was taking me and Benjamin to dinner. It had been so long since I’d been anywhere I damn near forgot how to put on make up! When I put those jeans on i couldn’t believe how much my body had. Mary moaned in protest as it left her hole. Then Mistress put the head of the strap-on against Mary’s gaping arsehole. Taking a firm hold of the bound woman’s hips, she gave a brutal shove, burying half the dildo in Mary’s arse. The brunette yelped in pain and tried to squirm away, but to no avail. “Oooh, did that hurt?” Mistress cooed in her ear. “I thought you said you liked having your arse stuffed.” She pushed even more, and another 5 centimetres of thick latex cock went up Mary’s tender. Or at least they weren't any good compared to the men in the pornography she secretly masturbated to when she needed relief from the stress of her job.None of Jennifer's friends would ever believe the sexual fantasies that would come to her unbidden. She was so proper, so accomplished, so much the epitome of the Twenty-First Century empowered woman. She had worked so hard to become what she was.That is why she was so disgusted with herself and the porn that she turned to when her lust became.