Her looks alone would be difficult to manage, but her figure was also better than most I'd meet.She said I will give a good massage, but no "happy end...ing". I said fine, a good massage is better than most sex anyway. To inform you my lover's name in Annya. OK, this lady puts it right out there. She started working on my neck and shoulders, she had a very soothing, firm touch. and soon I was relaxed and enjoying her work. She went to my feet, then calves, thighs and butt. Turn over please. I. I threw all my weight on her and slapped my hand on her mouth. "Shhh..." I whispered in her ear. "You behave yourself, and you don't get hurt. Just do what you're told. Nod if you understand." Sobbing silently, I felt her nod. "I have a knife in my bag I sharpened just for you. If you scream, I'm going to slit your fuckin' throat. I promise I will." She continued to cry. "It's okay to cry. Just don't fuckin' scream." I lifted my hand and continued to bound her hands behind her back. I raised. I felt that Jodie, Linda, and Dean had made up some stories about what our foursome would be like and those thoughts were silently thrashing around in their minds.“Everyone is so quiet,” I finally said. “This is an occasion to celebrate not brood about. This is where you leave your lives of predictability, your puritanical ways, and break your ties with society’s expectations that sex is dirty, evil, and a sin. You become delightfully abnormal.” I raised my glass, “Let’s toast to a glorious,. My dick was hitting back of her throat. I kept it like that for a few seconds and took it all out. She started breathing heavily. I didn’t give her much time to recover.I pushed my dick inside her and started face fucking her. On one side my dick was stretching her mouth and hitting her throat and on another side, my balls were hitting her face. Her saliva was drolling all over her face. She was gasping for air as much as she could.I paused for a moment while my dick was still deep in her.