He chokes her, making her scream across the entire house, then drowning her voice entirely amidst his fingers, partially crushing her windpipe. I can ...feel the tightness of her anus, rectal muscles spawning and clutching around his cock as he repeatedly violates them, forcing them painfully open again and again. And I can feel my seed evacuating into her bowels, surging forth from an organ I don't even have. But that's a shadow of a memory. Its there, but doesn't even feel quite real. No, most. „Certainly old enough to be your father. I rather like that.“He made me feel slightly sick but I managed to smile at him. „So you are, Master,“ I said respectfully. This, you must understand, is how a slave-girl must behave with a guest. We are trained to it.„Do you know what I am going to do to you, my pretty?“„No, Master,“ I answered thrutfully.„I am going to bum-fuck you,“ he said. I felt sicker than ever. Being fucked is bad enough, as far as I am concerned, being bum-fucked is worse.„I am. I looked down and suddenly realised what she was doing, her shirt was pulled up slightly, revealing the sexy dimples on her lower back and her black underwear were slightly poking out from underneath her black leggings. her amazing round arse was stretching those leggings, so much so I thought they would tear at any moment. Her pussy was pressed right up against my thigh, as I leaned back in the chair I could make out her soft pussy lips spread apart as she slowly grinded her cunt on me, I. ”Paul laughed, “l think the idea is turning you on a bit Mum.”Susan kissed his cock again. “Are you going to fuck me now, you’re so hard.”“Not yet,” he said, “l want a taste of your cunt first.”“Mmmmm, yes please,” she said, rolling onto her back, parting her thighs and drawing up her knees. “Make Mummy cum,” she giggled.Paul moved down between her legs, parting her labia. “You’re so wet Mum,” he laughed, “your juices are running out already.”“What do you expect,” she giggled, “when you’ve been.