After eating I went back out into the garage and worked on my car. When I came in to go to bed Wendy was already in bed and asleep. Several times on S...nday I almost went to her to talk some more, but each time I backed off because I was afraid that what I might say would make things worse.Sunday night was bad. I'd had a bad day and very little had gone right for me. It seemed like everything I did fought me and toward the end of the day I had smacked my thumb with a hammer. It hurt like hell. Again, "can she give good fucking head to this big cock" he remarked, striking a blow to the side of your head while another presented his snakelike cock to my clenched lips. "Poppy", I screamed out in fear, seeing droplets of blood flowing.. "Well, we can keep this up until somebody answers the question". I was lifted up onto my knees and held in place securely while he pushed his cock between my lips as they nodded my head up and down repeatedly, feeling the heat of his cock head on my lips.. I was resigned to have my ass ravaged by this rude nigger.The man seemed to be fucking machine, no signs of tiredness after half an hour pumping my sore butt hole.I had never been with a man with such stamina. My regular lovers had been always close to the point of premature ejaculation and my husband Victor rarely made it past ten minutes.Suddenly I commenced to feel a pleasant heat coming from my body. I was being sodomized real hard; but my own pussy was betraying me, commencing to generate. I am here to repay adebt," the woman responded.Anita said, "She ... told me one of my ancestors helped her - about athousand years ago. I know how that sounds, but we are here." A debt was owed, I had to repay it," Petra said."So what happens now?" I asked."The Lady Anita had two requests. An opportunity to apologize, and togive you a chance to undo the mistakes made." What do you mean?" I asked."I can take you to a different timeline. You will be what is in from yourperspective the past."I.