5 and she had never been with another man so I knew she would appreciate a good hard fucking like she had never had before. So after weeks of showing ...hubby showing her my pics and trying to convince her she was still hesitant and needed to feel what it's like to be a slut and feel degraded. So this past week cucky invited me over. When I showed up he told me that she was in the shower and wasn't expecting a stranger to be waiting for her in her bed. So hubby and I went upstairs to the master. She'd shaken off the shackles of her husband, and her grief and her despair, and was entering a new world. A new phase in her life. They went to a good restaurant and all were seated at a table in the corner. That was fine. There the ladies could find a cock to hold while they awaited their dinner. John and Craig were soon hard. Gretchen was grinning at her Master as she stroked his pecker. Sylvia had glanced at Craig for his permission before taking out John's cock and stroking it. A memorable. "You filthy slut! Is this how you act when you're alone! Is this the kind of daughter I've raised!? Are you nothing more than a filthy little tramp!?"I groaned, tasting blood in my mouth as I tried I pushed myself to my knees. Then I screamed again as he grabbed a handful of hair and dragged me roughly to my feet. he shoved me back against the wall, his face red and eyes bulging."You whore!" he screamed into my face."I'm not a whore, daddy!" I sobbed."You think I don't know a whore when I see. Ich drückte und knetete ihre Brüste, worauf sie noch lauter keuchte und mit den Augen rollte. Sie stöhnte irgendetwas in einer fremden Sprache, riß die Augen plötzlich auf und stieß einen lauten Schrei aus. Dabei verkrampfte ihr Darm und drückte mit aller Kraft meine Hand zusammen. Ihre Pussy pumpte stoßartig weiße, klebrige Flüßigkeit heraus und mit einem lauten Stöhnen sank sie in sich zusammen. Sekundenlang blieb sie unbeweglich und völlig still auf meiner Hand sitzen. Ich machte mir schon.