I found myself breathing hard and, sometimes when he thrust especially deep into me, gasping. Brad interpreted this as a sign of enjoyment, of course,... and built it into his offensive monolog.I didn't like it. I was being ****d. But, then, I realized that my own cock was hard. As Brad fucked me, my cock rubbed against the sheets. And, worse, I felt myself beginning to build to an orgasm. I tried to will it away. I couldn't think of anything that would be more humiliating than cumming from Brad. When he finally undid the last button, he threw the coat off, and stared at me. A growing smirk pulled his lips up slowly, as his eyes traveled over the words written across my tits, and above my aching dripping cunt. Without another word, he yanked me by the cuffs down the hall and into a bedroom. Throwing me down onto the bed, he put his hands on the clasp of the ball gag. "I like to hear my sluts moan when I take them," he explained to me as he unfastened the gag and threw it to the side.. John checked her closet and finding that only rough-country clothes were missing, he had correctly deduced that she had gone to the cabin. It was a relief, much better than if she'd gone somewhere where she might take revenge by fucking and sucking with some lucky guy, but he was still worried. The maid, tasty as her cunt was, was only a passing fancy and he didn't want his dear wife to leave him because of his indiscretion. If only Valerie had waited, he felt sure he could have reasoned with. My dress falls to the dusty dirt floor and I am free.Your fingers find my nipples and squeeze them seductively. My nipples are more alert than anything in this cemetery… minus your manhood. I place my hands on the wall, signaling my readiness for you while the rough concrete awakens my senses. I part my legs and hear your zipper coming undone from behind me. My entire body quakes to the core in anticipation.I feel your fingers dance around on my hips, hands like electric on my ass. I can feel.