"Frank sighed. "That press release was prepared a month ago when I made up my mind to start enjoying the fruits of my labors. You avionics contract wa...s going to make it possible for me to back off, and I knew the company would be secure in your hands. I was planning on springing this on you at dinner Saturday. After Friday, well it was starting to look like my plans would have to change." It was Gloria who convinced me to go ahead with the retirement. She thinks pretty highly of her husband's. I started squirming, and yelling at him to stop, but it was no use. He continued and soon buried his knot in my butt. I was in pain and could not move. I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass and with each pulse of his organ, more sperm was being injected into me. So, here I was, with a huge dog knot stuck in my ass. My colon was full of dog dick and sperm, and even as the pain was subsiding, I was helpless and trapped. The idea of being too full of cock and cum suddenly induced another. The fullness of the butt plug in her bottom and two fingers almost bring on her impending orgasm. Sensing this, he removes his fingers and draws them upwards, over her clit. She desperately tries to move her legs, however the restraints hold her fast. "Time for the nipple clamps love?" he asked. A positive nod of her head and she soon feels the bite of the clamps, her nipples still sensitive from the prior stint with the clamps during her spanking. He again moves his finger inside her,. ’ TWO Kissma had freed her jet black hair from the French roll, her lipstick was bright red and she wore a little black lace dress, very short, and black sandals that cost more than a man’s suit made in Italy from New Zealand Merino wool. Blue-eyed Philip stood at the entrance to her hut, dressed in a mottle blue Hawaiian shirt, long white trousers and grass sandals made on the island. ‘I’m sorry, wrong hut – I though this is where Kissma Ryan, supermodel was living?’ ‘Stop it, you fool. You.