You look down to watch your action, hard cock sliding in and out of my hot wet hole. Your strokes get longer, a little each time. Your fingers dig int... my flesh as you push your full length into me. Again and again you hammer home, balls slapping with the rhythm.You stop and withdraw and hear my protests, but you grab my thighs and try to turn me over. I twist around as you take the back of my knees and raise them up. I rest my ankles on your shoulders as you plunge into me deeply. Your ass. Everyone inside had been looking at Jenny as ifshe belonged to another species. Needless to say, a woman in her position didn'tfrequent these types of places. Jenn ordered a bottle of Jack Daniels and ashot glass. She gulped the first one. Her throat was burning and a teardropslid down her pink cheek. She sobbed quietly. Jenny was at the bottom of the bottle when she noticed a woman, probably inher early fifties, smiling in a pitiful manner, across the bar. The way shelooked at Jenny... It was. " And she set it aside. "It is so refreshing to find somebody who can understand what torture is really all about. I shall put special care into helping you appreciate the black art fully." "You don't have to do that," Gwendolynne began her babbling. "I'm sure I'm incapable of appreciating it!" "I already know that. I have seen your "artwork". Horses, and flowers, and.," it pained Wednesday to have to say, ".smiley faces." "-And none of them are black! Not even my stallions! If, if you want me. ??Bring the stakes, a hammer, and the rope, along with $400, and I’ll let you bake in the afternoon sun for a few hours.? Anita gives me her address.I arrive at Anita’s house at 12:55 on Saturday. She answers the door wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She’s laughing. ?My my, you are prompt. Come in slave.? I give her the money and she puts it away. She shows me to the laundry room. ?Strip,? she commands.I take off my clothes and put them on top of the washer. Anita opens the back door and goes into.