His wrists chafed against his handcuffs as I screwed his already sore backdoor. He winced as I drove further up his violated bunghole, proving that he... would limp around for days, if he was lucky.Finally, the sight and sounds of my ex-wife creaming herself from my sister sodomizing her ruthlessly, combined with the tightness and heat to make me spill my moneyshot and flood Jordan’s bowels. I pulled out of him and I heard the pop as my prick left that gape where his sphincter tried to close on. He pulls the plug out slowly and then pushes it in again. Deeper. My ass stretches receive it. I squirm, the intensity of the feeling overwhelming me. I struggle to move away, but can't, my wrists and ankles are securely bound. I can't get away from the plug and he begins to push it in and out, harder, faster. I can't hold off any longer."Master, may I please cum?" I ask breathlessly. There's no answer, just the feeling of the plug, going deeper every time he pushes it in. I feel. Another hour passed and her body started to shake; and the pain was getting unbearable. The pretty blonde cop crawled to the door and knocked on it with her small fist. She waited, but no response, she knocked again, but still no response.“I’LL DO IT! I’LL DO IT! I’ll do what you want! Just give me my damn medication,” Abby cried.In a couple of minutes, the door opened, in walked two men. They were both dressed in hooded robes, which have been cutoff just above their waistline, leaving them. But I could not help the increasingly erotic and intense thoughts of his having sex with his wife, I knew deep down they where beginning to cloud my judgement, I knew I was willing to jeopardise our friendship just to have her and I also recognised she wasn't going to offer it up willingly.Was it an opportunity to good to miss - I don't know, but when the invitation for Karens 40th arrived, I kind of knew that I was going to take a path of no return, as I looked at myself in the mirror the.