Crashing against her walls as it sought to find the surface. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her teeth bit down on her lip bringing a tiny drop of ...blood to the surface. Deep inside her a moan began to build, clawing its way up her throat. The wave coursed through her and the rain on the window sill began to fall harder as if it knew the pleasure that she was feeling. Thunder rolled closer to her, filling her with the vibrations and rumblings. Her fingers parted her aching lips, parting them. Still the spy did not cooperate, so the left breast had to go. This time, the lady cut off the nipple first and then operated throughthe hole, melting and scooping out the fatty tissue while the more orless intact skin contained the bleeding. When all that was left was anempty bag of skin, the barber sewed it up and trimmed away thesurplus skin. On the left side, therefore, instead of a long curved lineof stitches, there was only a little laced-up pucker where the nipplemight have been, had. ”I was thirty-nine, but I get it. Anyone close to forty was ancient to a younger Mr Miller too.Damn, she was a dainty thing though. The last time I performed anal on a woman this tiny was during my freshman days in college. My dormmate’s girlfriend was quite fast and gave up that booty to me before she ever did to him. Kind of felt for the guy – after I shot a month worth of sperm in her rectum of course and not a moment during or before.I wonder if her mother likes it up her butt too? The. I knew why that was there! The feeling I had of being tied down and realizing that I had no control over what happened to me was so intense, I felt my little cock getting hard inside its plastic encasement. My legs were spread wide and my ass at the perfect position to be fucked. My mouth was available for any cock to enter it. But before I could begin to enjoy my situation, I felt the first of what would be about 20 hits with the leather belt that Big Tit Marsha was holding. I screamed from.