When I reached there she attacked me from the back and pushed me on the bed. She jumped on top of me and in one perfect shot inserted my tool inside h...r hole. She started jumping as if a bungee cord was tied from the ceiling to her body. Her hole was still tight and blood was rushing out from her torn hymen as well as from my torn foreskin. But who cares. I felt the pressure building inside my cock as I caught hold of her and rammed on the bed. I continued pumping my cock inside her hole as she. I took those sexy items in my mouth and caressed her. She became very sexy. Without thinking anything I put her on the carpet removed her pajamas and panty forcibly though she was nagging but not restricting me. I opened my shorts my 8 in tool was very furious at time. I asked her if she had closed the front door carefully. She replied yes. I kissed all her body naïve and enjoying her body. She was very wet. I hold my limb and brought near to her whole rubbed for few seconds and then thrashed a. This blows a mini-tornado of air through the grating in the floor. Another large hose, equipped with a vacuum head, is attached to the top of the tube. This vacuums away any articles of clothing out through the top. The cross in the ceiling keeps the prisoner in the tube from being whisked away. A fluorescent pink laser ring runs along the outside circumference of the tube. This determines the size and shape of the prisoner as well as what she is wearing. The information is then fed into a. A real man’s man if you will. I’m rarely afforded the opportunity to touch him, to run the tips of my fingers across the coarse dark hair that covers his strong forearms. I’m oft denied the pleasure and passion of his kisses, remembering them instead in the dreams of my days and the haunt of my nights. I remember fucking him well, though it’s been some time, not by choice, but the realities of life exist. The taste of him, the touch of him, the smell of this man, my love, the memories come.