The slave moaned in pain as the first ball disappearedinside her anus. They took their time, lowering her gently, little by little, onto the knobbedb...lls. By the third one down, she was crying with discomfort. By the sixth,she was screaming, her belly muscles fluttering in a vain attempt to dislodgethe object in her rectum. The seventh ball split the skin around her sphincter.They were treated to an agonized wail as a drop of blood began to slowly makeits way down the shaft of the probe. Rob. Next was her apartment where she fretted about what to take."I don't know what I'm going to do with all this shit," she said waving at the spangled, stretchy and mostly tiny costumes from her dancing days. "I suppose I should just throw them all away." If you want," he shrugged. "But I'm guessing that someday there will be a man who you will want give a private showing to and he is going to be very, very appreciative. Besides, they don't take up much room and can't weight anything." Her shoes. She was rather more fascinated by Innocence’s penis. She stood back, in only a psychedelic tee-shirt and nothing else besides a collection of bangles and bracelets, and watched as Innocence’s penis thrust in and out of Alice’s cunt and as Alice grunted rhythmically in pleasure. It startled Alice when, after Innocence had spurted out her semen into Alice’s mouth (so much better than having it drip down the thighs), Mouse introduced herself. While Mouse and the girls chatted, she held onto. Because this was Jane, I traced her backside with my tongue. It did not taste dirty, or fecid, but of her, the woman I loved. I felt her catch her breath as my tongue found the tight entrance. And her hips began to move again, this time synchronized with my tongue. And her fingers fell downward, to assume the task of lifting her skirt and baring her round bottom to my lips and tongue. And that freed my fingers to touch her. I slid my right hand between her thighs up to the crease where her.