He then pushed down her back with his strong hand and entered again from behind, making Ana whimper and jump over the intrusion…My sensual babe groa...ned and moaned loud, keeping that black cock pumping her womb…I saw a stream of her own juices running down her toned legs.After pumping Ana’s cunt for another ten minutes, the black man arched back his muscled body and grunted loud, announcing he was filling my sweet wife’s womb with his warm semen.But he had no time to recover… As soon as he. 'Now for the cane.' she said. 'Bend over, put your hands on your legs and don't move. I'm going to give you twelve on the bare and they will be hard.'Despite the butt plug, I was still hard as I bent as instructed.Whoosh. The cane came down, right across the plug, forcing it farther into my arse.Whoosh. the next was above and Crack, the next was below, exactly on my crease between buttocks and thighs. During the next nine I entered a kind of subspace where the pain was undercut with a sense of. Most, if not all, of the items were symbolic. Like the communion cracker and wine that symbolized the blood and flesh of Christ.That was something! She wondered if her parents knew that communion was a magical ritual. Wouldn't they freak if they knew!She shut the door to the cellar while turning the lights on. Opening one of her cabinets, she pulled out the cast iron cauldron she found after more than a dozen phone calls. The dagger was from the knife store. That one had been easy. The handmade. Now let's get some food."So saying, she held the door for the bikers. I now saw it was a mixed group of men and women. I 'chill-axed' and went in after them."Sorry about that, folks," I said as the hostess seated us, "but you just can't be too careful, these days." No, you can't," said the black gal, who seemed to be paired with Mitch. "I never would have thought that Artemis, for example, would hang out with such a dangerous character."She was smiling when she said it, but she was also more.