It kept obscuring her shoulders, so if he let his imagination run, he could pretend she was wearing nothing above her black spandex shorts. His eyes w...ndered up and down her firm, tight buns, to the small of her back that was lightly sheened with sweat. Her impossibly long, firm legs moved up and down to keep the bike moving.Riding behind her was made a little difficult from his constantly rising cock, but with the workout he was getting following her up and down the hills of town, it was. Ana grunted and then smiled at me, telling Giancarlo that she was fine and begging him to sodomize her harder and harder.For the next hour they took turns fucking her now stretched ass. Ana gasped and cried in pain when Maurizio tried to slide his eleven inches for the first time, but soon she was moaning in pleasure again. They switched every time from her ass to her mouth. When Giancarlo was fucking her, Ana had her first wild anal orgasm, letting out her hot screaming. The second was when. I had seen her several times since arriving back in America. I’d been wacked out on drugs each time, but I remember thinking that everything would be okay, because she was there, kissing me. That’s about all I remembered, though. When I realized she was there again, I tried to sit up. I was groggy, but it didn’t feel like it had in the past, when the world drifted in and out and I felt like I was trapped in a dark room.It turned out that trying to sit up was a bad idea. Everything on my body. The other object was a thick, ornamental silver oval butt plug about 3’’ long. The base of the plug was encrusted with a bright red crystal the size of a 50c coin. I held it up to the light and to be honest it was quite beautiful. Placing it back down I held up the pink collar, noting that there was no buckle on it, just a metal clip on one end that slid into a sleeve on the other end of the collar. Standing in front of the mirror I wrapped the collar around my neck with the dildo-shaped tag.