The ritual allowed that if she accepted the punishment without a word or action, she was saved from her fate. If not, she was cast out, with her arms... still tied behind her back, her face still covered in all of the men’s cum, bearing the results of her punishment.She was never allowed back into her village, nor allowed to see her husband or children again. If she was able to get herself free, she could once again start her life over in another village, if they would accept her. This ritual. Angela accepted his oral devotions and discovered that she found his attentions to her rear portal her favorite way to reach that pinnacle of release that left her all tingling and relaxed in a way that females best enjoy.They were in the movie theater on a breathless Friday night when Bobby brought up the possibility of Angela granting him the favor of entry into her rear passage as compensation for continued denial of frontal entry. She listened to his softly spoken words and seriously. He never had to tell someone he cared, wanted to be around, or even pretend to be a model citizen. He could be himself. None could judge him for it here. He took one last look at Kali before he left the room. Feeling regret for having to put her through this. He never lied to Kali about loving her. In fact she was one of the only two person in the world he can truly say he loved. He adored her mother for the years she was his wife and not his slave. . I watched and wanked my engorged cock. veins became prominent on my shaft and it darkened in colour as the blood could barely escape the ring. “Pull it all the way out.” I ordered and out it came, wobbling and slick with moisture. His hole winked. “Shove it back in, all the way.” I instructed. He obeyed. “Deeper!” I added. He pushed into himself and his back bent in an attempt to accommodate extra inches. He groaned but tried. I stood and took over control of the dildo. I pushed gently just to.