Felt my ass being torn up. I tried to breath, to speak. Hanna laid the shovel in again and again! I lost count and was losing control.I pissed myself!... Hanna did not let up. "Who am I bitch! Say it!" I could not control my crying. I knew the words had spoke them a million times while I jerked off. "Mistress Hanna." I thought she woudl stop. The shovel cracked me harder. "Think again bitch!" Searching my mind for the right title I blurted out everything I could think of.Hanna screamed wrong and. I looked at what was stroking my cock and it was the Barbie and that sent me over the edge and I cummed all over her. I just felt this urge to just force my half-staffed dick right into her mouth. I knew the doll had a small mouth, but I did anyway and forced all the way to the back of her throat. I hear a muffled moan and gag as I did this. She started bobbing up and down, like she knew what she was doing. Then I felt to small arms messaging balls and it felt amazing then it sent me to the. She was the one laughing at my little cock compared to his monster cock and she was the one in control. I began to realize that I found the idea of submitting much more exciting than I did the idea of being in control. This became the only kind of porn I would look for. Stories of wives that loved humiliating their husbands and fucked men in front of them became my mainstay. I found that the more humiliated the man was the more excited I became. Over time I discovered cream pies and all I could. I pulled my wife to her feet and told my friend to have a seat on the couch. He was hard again after having watched my wife suck his cock back to life moments after having come inside her. My wife instinctively mounted my buddy and began to ride up and down on his cock. My other buddy had sat down in the chair, content to watch. Apparently his stamina was not up to ours. I got behind my wife and just watched as her pussy slid effortlessly up and down his pole. I rubbed my wife’s back and pushed.