None of that mattered much to Brad... not with his cock stuffed deep inside Greta's mouth. All he could concentrate on was how fantastic his cock felt... sliding through her lips and into her mouth. Greta loved having a man in her mouth. In fact, she specialized on having men fuck her mouth while she sat on a couch with a double vibrator thrust inside her pussy and ass. She didn't hold the man's cock in her hand, and wouldn't restrain him in any way. In some ways, Greta was only happy with a man. I stood up and let him undress me completely. He felt me all over, and wrapped his hand around my hard cock. He started stroking me as his other hand explored my balls and ass. His cock got hard again as he handled me all over, He asked if I would let him handle my body whenever he wanted, and I told him I would. He asked me if i had ever been fucked, and I said that I had. He asked if i liked it and I told him I did. He said he would like to fuck me but wasnt sure how. I lay back on the bed on. '?? Carlo's fleshcrawled at the old man's cold-blooded and matter-of-fact account of the deathof the woman he'd kept as an animal for so long, and at the brutal andhorrifying manner he'd disposed of her body. He turned the page to the lastentries, his interest quickening when he saw the date; the first anniversary ofthe death of his unfaithful wife. ? 'June 21st.1990. Morning. A full year since the old bitch died - amazing! Last night I satover my Scotch and mused long on an ideal world where. I can?t breathe,? I begged. After a short but worrying pause whoever had pinned me down moved their position although strong hands still pressed my shoulders to the floor. I tried to move my legs but there was no leeway. My attackers had obviously bound my ankles to the leg of the bed and even now were roping my legs together at the knees. Taking advantage of my limited movement I carefully slipped my hands out of reach beneath my body. I felt the sleeping bag being peeled upwards and an.