With such furious power behind the stream and its unfriendly temperature, the athlete was no match for just how piercing each drop felt against her bo...y. She screamed, cried as the guys held her still, at least as still as a flailing woman could get. I neared her, aiming the head of the shower toward her cunnie, cleaning the dribbling translucent yet thick cream that continued to produce from her vagina. She felt some of the pain go away, at least from the sizzling pain of duck tape burn and. As they headed home, though, both women were just happy to be able to putthe events of the past few months behind them. Janet would have to moveon with her life without her family, but she would be able to moveforward, and Ellie looked forward to enjoying her summer holiday safe inthe knowledge that she would never have to set foot in a court again, orhave to see any other members of Janet's family again. As they changedout of their smart skirts into lighter, more comfortable clothes, Janetand. .. The pussy on display below it looked inviting. "Is it much work to get in there?" I asked."Not a whole lot -- I do it regular. Lester likes it sometimes -- and a couple of his friends do."I batted some heads away and moved forward. "Plug me in," I told the thirty-something soccer mom holding onto my shaft. She pressed my cock up against Jemma's anus and I think she was disappointed that it didn't hurt the black woman more. "Probably sloppy!" she spat."I know how to open and close it," Jemma. The focus of her awareness was the pulsing cock, and its presence seemed to expand and blot out the rest of her universe. The illusion grew upon her that she was suspended by her cunt from a great rod with a huge ball inside her. The gloom of the cavern seemed to have turned to darkness, and the rod was spinning her in ever faster revolutions. Her arms and legs must be flying straight out from her torso, she felt confusedly. If the rod should let go, she would spin like the blades of a.