Fiona waited, laughing at the answers she could hear “Yes, Mum, I still have a pair of clean socks” (which was actually a lie, and I knew she knew...it was, and she knew I knew – but she’d done her duty by asking. If I’d said no, I wondered if she’d have driven to West Wales with clean socks for me); “yes, yes, clean pants too” (actually that was true, walking in stiff pants is hell on the gonads). I stepped out and Fiona said “So, clean panty boy, fancy a pint? You’re buying”I did (fancy a pint). The only thing that mattered was the brutal fucking that I was receiving and the hot cum injection that I was about to receive. That was my universe.She shifted between taking long slow deep strokes rearranging my bowels and using her big pulsing prick as a jackhammer to demolish my anal cavity. She took her time admiring her brown cock as it entered my pale white ass. She said it was like watching a devil fuck an angel.After a while, her sexual intensity moved to a whole new level. She was. Armand stepped forward and grasped her skirt, raising it and getting a flash of pink cotton before Sharon instinctively raised her arm to contest the move.'Big mistake, ' Sharon realized as the vise closed on her forearm. In a moment, the grip shifted, and she was in a hammerlock, unable to resist his superior strength."Unzip me," Armand directed."Armand..." But the pressure went on, and Sharon knew defeat. Soon, she was clumsily working at his trouser fastenings with her left hand. Habit told. “Well then, sir, what is that place..?” I retort, with a tone of sass, purposefully egging you on. You grab a hold of me by the hair and pull me up, making my neck crane upwards and causing me to stumble a bit. The fingers of your spare hand slip between my lips and toy with my tongue, flicking occasionally against the back of my throat, causing me to cough while my eyes well up. “Your place is right here, taking my orders like a proper pet, bent over and.