I couldn’t believe it. Steven was rimming me. I’d heard that people did this but it was so hard to actually believe. That’s fucking nasty.“Jes...s!”Steven’s tongue felt so good. My ass muscles seemed to relax on their own as Steven continued his wet assault of my ass. Without warning I felt his tongue enter my ass a little, penetrating me. Half-involuntarily I contracted my ass muscles, keeping out his intruding tongue.“Relax!” he demanded. It will be better for you in the long run.Easier said. A very short chain connectedthese. Then using one of my longer lengths of chain, I bound the tops of myknees together very tightly using several turns and secured the links witha small padlock. I tightened that chain further with another one pulled aroundit between my pinioned legs, that chain also pulled tight and padlocked. Next,I forced my large penis shaped rubber gag into my mouth and buckled the straptightly behind my neck. Additional straps that buckled over the head and underthe chin. His eyes were on the screen.“It's your duty to take charge of her,” Clint said. “Your responsibility as the head of the household, as a Christian husband.” It was an amazing delight to witness my brother work. It was incredible to see Mr. Armstrong becoming a man before my very eyes. He was kind of sexy now. I mean, nothing like my brother, but when a man had confidence. When he possessed a spine and wasn't a beta-male wuss whose wife would rather have a stranger diddle her twat, it was a sight. . the naturist resort definitely had its attractions ... she being among the top three and his trouser snake made the list too. Alas, all good things must come to an end ... work called; she had an assignment ... he had lesson plans.They had friends ... the friends had their own Citation X ... they were flying back to the continental US gratis. Good friends ... with a producing gold mine in their backyard. Not that the gold mine produced much, but the tourists had great fun panning for gold.