She swallowed every drop, moaning in total ecstasy.They started taking turns by groups of two or three, in all kind of position. All of them fucked he... mouth, roughly, holding firmly her hair and neck. She was totally owned and worshiped them for it.My sensual wife was treated like a real whore; being reduced to a simple sex object by those nasty lucky niggers…But the bastards were real professionals. They always managed to keep the pace and change positions, so Ana could not come back to. I poured a small amount of oil into her navel. Using mythumbs, I moved it over her stomach, reaching up to thearch of her rib cage. Marty was still doing her versionof horizontal sit-ups and I could feel her abscontracting under my hands. As she would tense, I wouldmove my hands out to her sides, gradually moving loweruntil I met the rising slope of her softly furred mons.It wasn’t only her arms that were moving now. Marty’ships were starting a little dance of their own. I lookedup. ‘The guy’s a mental case, that has to be it,’ she said to her reflection, before sticking out her tongue at herself. ‘Cute, but a mental case.’ She closed the door, locked it, put the towel over the sink, and bent to turn on the shower, remembering his admonishment about the temperature. Trust the French to do things backwards she mused as she adjusted the temperature and stepped under the spray, pulling the shower curtain closed. ‘A cute, but rich mental case,’ she amended after she got. The loud pop and the flash were both pretty exciting, though the flash wasn't as directional as a gun. Still, possibilities existed for some serious sexual misconduct, especially when Béla read that the entire length of a blasting cap wasn't needed. It could be cut as short as needed to fit special purposes, just like the dynamite itself.'Special purposes like shoving one in my tit?' Beth thought excitedly, completely entranced by the thought of having her tits ruptured, perhaps more.