She has spurred them on; she has locked her legs round their backs and thrust them hard in to her. Although she is underneath it seems to be her that�...��s doing the fucking not them. All of a sudden it seems she has changed, now it seems as if she is in charge. She grabs one of the men and pulls him on to the floor, climbs on top of him and impales herself on his cock. She grabs a tit in each hand, pulling at her nipples and sucking them. She demands another joint and smokes it as she rides him.. They'll put you on a long chain so you'll be able to get to the door and collect your food and put your bucket to be changed, but you'll be in chains all the time and never let out." I prefer being in the cage to that!" Megan was horrified. "I can't face that, Wanda. You've got to get me out of here. If I could only get over the wall and could make a run for it! I'd be shot I suppose but at least I'd have a sporting chance!" You know I can't do that, Megan. Just try to cope and survive. Now you. I was so turned on I was riding the huge cock in my cunt harder and despite myself felt an orgasm as the arm was replaced with a large wine bottle. Heather cried in pain as I came and came – what sort of friend was I. I was so turned on. The wine bottle disappeared inside her and then a hand went in to retrieve it – forcing her anal cavity to be forced open further to accommodate both bottle and large hand. The cock inside me came and withdrew – I needed another so I moved to the next lap. . She feels physically and emotionally exhausted. Her thighs are sore from being spread to wide, her pussy is sore from being stretched to the limit and fucked for 45 minutes. I reach in between her legs and roughly stroke her pussy, feeling inside her sore pussy, then rubbing the wetness up across her anus, circling it with my fingers. Then she hears me squirting lube out of a small container (where did that come from?) then she imagined it coating my cock. Then she feels my fingers, I'm.