The rope, the other end of which the Queen held, around his neck kept his head up, strangling the sounds of his cries and whimpers. It went to the cei...ing, and though a couple loops there went to the Queen. She was holding him just tight enough.Two women on each side held the pinky toe and finger of each hand and foot, pliers locked around the nail. Grinning cruelly, waiting for the Queen's order. Shallanah behind him held fast onto his thighs, kept pushing him downward so as to slowly drive. She started screaming andbucking. Man, was she hot! I made my way back up this time my cock slowly slides into her hot wetpussy. Man oh man, I miss her. We made love once more that afternoon before she left for home andher husband. I changed the bed sheet then went and relaxed under a hot shower.After the shower, I slumped on the couch in the living room with a cold beer and settled in to watchthe ballgame. I'm not sure how long I was asleep but there was a knock at the door. I got up opened. She had inherited the beach house from her mother's family. It was nothing like the huge mausoleum that her father called home. But she had wonderful memories of visiting her grandparents here; as they had lived here for many years until they both retired to Arizona. She remembered many nights sitting out here with her Gramps. As a painter, he had loved to sit and paint the ever-changing landscape of the ocean. They had a private beach, but they had always let all the families and neighborhood. They told him that they used herbs to induce their lactation and that they were about ready to nurse each other now. They lay facing opposite each other and sixty nine sucked their nipples. Bruce and Carla each took charge of one of their bald pussies and fingered them, as they suckled simultaneously from their filled up little milk pouches. Soon both Angela and Jasmine were moaning even more erotically than they had in the tub. It seemed like their whole life was one orgasm after another this.