She looked up, trying her best to appear as if she always sat sewing in a room she’d once described to Cole as a worse than a tomb, tombs weren’t ...usually painted salmon pink and hung with dyspeptic looking ancestors. Crammed with mismatched furniture and usually deathly cold, it was very different from Sophie’s own cosy chamber. It had, however, been her grandmother’s favourite, a private domain from which she had ruled the local matrons since leaving the opera stage to marry her patron,. She kept telling him how full she was and how good he felt inside of her. I was stroking my own cock now while watching this stranger fuck my wife. He was moaning, my wife was moaning and I was trying not to moan. Sue decided she wanted to ride his cock so he rolled over and she climbed on top and slowly slid down his big cock. I could tell she wasn't going last long when she sat down fully on his cock and began slowly rocking back and forth. I heard her say she could feel the head so deep in. .. ... but this morning, he hadn’t.He was gone. Nowhere to be seenQuickly, Emily hopped out of the bed, putting on the emergency outfit that Jack always left for her in the closet by the stairs – jeans, sweatshirt, tennis sneakers, a rubber band for a fast ponytail. Basically, the sort of ordinary, boring outfit she’d typically worn to school in what seemed like a lifetime ago, even if it was actually only weeks before. Being actually dressed for once at home felt really, really weird, but it. He legs ached. Smack, another hit to the head. Pounding.This was crazy. They were going to kill her.Darkness.Total PAIN again.=======================================================Now it was my turn. Tommy’s cum ran down her leg. My three Boys had filled her with three loads.Bent over the fuck bar I watched her quivering. I ran my hand over her bitch ass. How many times had I watched her thinking about this minute. SHE IS MINE. SHE IS FUCKING MINE. I ran my hand over her ass. I bent.