If he died today, she would be licking the prick of his successor within the hour, given half a chance.She was duly prepared and brought into the Ruby...Palace and down to the torture chambers. Once there she was stripped of her abaya, harem dress, slippers and every trace of adornment. Her jewellery was removed, and even her lipstick was wiped off. As she stood shivering slightly she looked round the room and quickly recognised it for what it was, a torture chamber. The nipple clips, clamps and. After fives minutes of furious fucking, Ann's cunt was so wet and stretched she was certain the stimulation her colleague's cock was getting from it was not as pleasurable than if it were inside something tighter and a little less sodden. To resolve this, she lifted herself up until the cock slipped from her well-used hole then turned round to present her ass to it. Her colleague knew what was about to happen and also realised it needed lubricating before he could penetrate it without causing. She watched with greater objectivity, actually able to see her father's prick entering and sliding out of the warm cavity formed by her mother's outspread thighs. Their bodies heaved together with synchronous lust, something that could not fail to stimulate her.And then her mother started to cum, tightening her grip around her husband's midsection. It was like watching and listening to herself, Donna decided, the strangest thing she had ever experienced. Looking at her father's cock she could. You're a fugitive. You're nearly six feet tall, you stand out like a Belisha beacon, and you're all over the papers. Let me do it. You can blame me if the Sisters see you and don't like it."I pushed her back into cubicle, and crowded in with her. A little work on the wig, flourishes of makeup, and with sunglasses coquettishly poised, even Auntie Susan would have had to look more than twice before she recognised her daughter. Whether dyke or blonde vision, to me she looked ravishing We were.