This mixed genealogy produced a woman that depending on the time of year and the way that she wore her hair could be described as looking anything fro...m Indian, to Native American, to African. For the ultra-white Steve, Kay was the gorgeous woman that he never dreamed he could get. Things were not as nice for Kay. She had spent many hard years in school working to get her PhD so that she could counsel the most traumatized children and families around. After just three years in practice, she was. “Ufff… mommmm.. I have dreamed of fucking your mature pussy so many times…. uffff.. but the real thing is so much better…..” he said and snaked his tongue deep inside his mother’s mouth.“Aaahhh… yesss baby… mumma’s dreamed of getting fucked by you too beta…” she said, enjoying his every thrust. Neither of them wanted to shed their respective salutations. Suresh addressing as Savita mom and she addressing him as beta added to the kink and turned them on even more.“Ufff… fuck me beta… fuck you. I have been on my feet all week, giving presentations, running from meeting to meeting. I need this. Finally, I lay back down peacefully, and open my eyes. A man is now sitting next to me. Oh God! How much has he seen? I feel immediate embarrassment. It’s unsettling to know that a stranger has seen you at your most vulnerable, at your most you. I think we are only really ourselves when we are alone. And this man saw all of that, all of me. The shame turns to anger quickly though, when I see. Still in agony from his balls, which now hung a couple of inches lower due to the restricting rings, the women of the week's entertainment lined up with whips, canes and crops; his naked body would be thrashed by them all before he ascended the gallows. He would feel pain from each and every female who had helped show him the error of his ways and reminded him of his true place; all were now dressed in loose silk garments for his final day; their pussies open to the excited atmosphere. The.
Read More