One, two, three. He let me catch my breath and let the pain build. I could hardly believe the heat in my buttocks. He continued until I had received n...o less than ten strikes of this tool of pain. Number six and seven were the worst by then my nose was running, snot smearing itself across my face from my antics. My screams echoed in the small room. The onlookers were forgotten. My world was reduced to that flail, the man behind it and my body as we shared this brutal event. To my surprise the. I hid behind some bushes just a few feet away as I watched his reactions as he stared right her as she had gotten up to move her chair. I noticed a huge bulge had formed inside his shorts as he hurried back into the house just a minutes later to masturbate once again to her beautiful body. The next week I ran into Michael out in the front yard. We chatted for a few minutes as he told me that his parents were out of town for the long weekend leaving him all alone to fend for himself. My mind. The more she looked, the sicker Margaret got. Probably the sickest was the live spitting machines that Merle had designed. The only cheerful sight of those was the sight of two workmen unbolting them from the floors in preparation for removal.Equally depressing were the looks of the men at Margaret and Helen. Except for Tim and Gus, none of the men knew what to expect. Marty was an excellent guide around the facility, and by ten o'clock, Margaret had seen enough of the facility to be able to. So now she was lying down on the table getting fucked hard by the pretty tranny and my face and mouth was full of cock. She side to the guy fucking my face “I want you to cum all over my lovers face”. With that the guy took three more hard thrust to the back of my throat and then pulled out and shoot the biggest load my wife and I have ever seen but this time it was going all over my face. It went everywhere, in my mouth, my hair, up my nose and in my eyes, dripping down onto my pretty dress. I.