”“She might be,” I say while trying to use my spoon to help with my noodles. I could never figure this part out.“With a woman?”“Women can ...be abusive, too.”Carl lets out something that’s a cross between a snort and a laugh.“It’s not funny,” I reprimand.“And to be clear, you don’t mean physically abusive, right?” he asks.“Right. Psychologically or something.”“Maybe Maria’s into it.” He shrugs and takes another oversized bite of pasta. Red sauce flicks over his lips and shirt. I offer him a. When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman riding on my cock while a few others watched us.When they saw that I had gained consciousness, a man came to me and kissed me. Frankly, I could not make out the difference between man and woman of the tribe.I tried communicating with them, but we could not understand each other’s language. One after another, they would come and fuck me. My hands and legs were tied, and there was nothing I could do. It had been an hour since I gained consciousness.I finally. "Yeah, I've heard that the news is somewhat unbelievable," Brock commented. "At least that's the rumor."Meredith turned to look at him."What are you talking about?" she asked."I have no idea," Brock admitted. "I only know it's unbelievable. You might give me more. I could believe it. I've been told I'm a little gullible."Meredith seemed to parse through the preceding minutes and a smile crossed her face."How was your day?" she asked out of the blue."Uh, fine," Brock answered. "How was yours?". I started making slow circles around her nipple that matched the circles that I was making on her clit. Her ass started moving in slow circles, responding to the motions my fingers were making on her clit. She was grinding on my hard cock."Oh my God," she muttered under her breath. "Oh my God this is just wrong." Oh hell yeah it's wrong," I answered. "Just look out the window. Your husband and daughter are sitting right there, and it turns you on, doesn't it Carol?" I reached out and grabbed.