There's a little relief when the lashings stop but it's soon replaced by something else as a heavy weight descends on her back and hands fumble to get... inside the thing up her hole as he curses and calls her a bitch/cunt/whore before he's in and tying the thing inside her to his fat and sweaty balls so that when he moves, it moves too! Now the hands manoeuvre her again until her whole body is at a different angle; back up and front all the way down. She feels slightly better because the crushing. Perhaps. But, there was always the chance it was true, so whoever was with her brought a book. Violet had been reading this one, Opus One, and hadn't gotten very far so Taylor decided to start it from the beginning. The subject matter amused her, given where life had taken her, and the occasional pause to think of Fred kept throwing off her reading schedule. Violet hadn't complained, so far.Looking back down at the book, Taylor sighed and put the bookmark back in. There was so much to do, so. So Cyndi was going to play androgyne and I was going to watch and make love to them both.Cyndi lit the candles and incense, and a sweet smell of sex filled the room. Megan slid her hand down under the covers, touching my prick and stroking it with her fingers. She ran her thumb over the engorged head, smearing droplets of my pre-cum into my flesh as she thrust her tongue in and out of my mouth. I nibbled at her lower lip and fondled her tits, caressing her hard nipples with my thumb. Megan. “No, I am afraid I have never been there, I imagine it is quite stiffy, er I mean stuffy.” Jayne admitted.“Very dull, very beautiful, but dull,” like you he thought.“Oh what a lovely little potting shed,” Jayne exclaimed as the broken down derelict wreck of a tumbledown shed hove into view for the third time.“I suppose it has a rustic charm,” he admitted.“Is that where your Mama fucks the gardeners?” she asked.“I beg your pardon?” Charles spluttered“I believe you heard precisely what I said,”.