Day 3 I must have slept so heavily, I didn?t hear thebedroom opening, the first I knew of it was when I was awoken with a start by astrangers hand wra...ped tightly round the back of my head.?You lazy, idol useless fucking whore? he said pullingmy head towards him with my hair. I managed to pull my head away from him, hecame at me trying to rip the clothes I had on from around me so I waited tillhis hand was close enough and lent forward and chomped down hard onto hisgloved hand. Slapping my face. In with the sand is a child's pail and shovel I have for spreading it. "We can hang this pail from his balls, cut off another length of twine, and hand it to me." The other male cuts a piece of twine and hands it to the faggot. She has gone to sleep in the chair that was in the garage from before. Tying the twine around ball sack, he hangs the pail which is about half full on the free ends. Now my balls as well as my cock are being stretched. The pain is about indescribable as both feel. I don't fuck every guy I meet but I want to!So here I was having my ass splayed open roughly by my current boy-toy. He was pulling all the way out of my gaping anus then roughly thrusting his firm cock deep up my ass. All the while Mr. Online was telling me how he was going to **** my ass. Do you know how hard it is to carry on a sex-chat, while high as fuck, while getting your ass slammed? It is not easy but hot as fuck!During the conversation with Mr. Online I confessed that my fantasy. Instead, she had struggled through coffee with him, kissing him at the door as she handed him his briefcase, then hurriedly dressed, knowing exactly what she was going to do. Whether Antoine had suspected something was amiss she wasn't certain, nor hardly cared any longer, but certainly their conversation had been strained and he'd acted terrible edgy... "Well now..." M. Girarde was saying with a pleasant smile, "... you have already brightened my day to no end, Madame Poirier... for at last, I.