“Fuck me, Marco.” If he hadn’t heard me calling for Giovanni, Pietro surely heard me call out Marco’s name. I was twice as loud. Marco finally... finished in me, adding his seed to the others. Marco pulled out, a trail of cum running down my leg. I would have to clean this carpet as well.Now Luca took his place behind me, his pants opened and his cock sticking out like a club. There was no concern over being wet enough to take him. I was dripping wet. He pushed inside, splitting me apart, taking. .then inserted my tounge in her cunt …she was bitting me with her nails and screaing …fast fast fast ….this is so good ..fast …insert fully …and searcing for my hard rock dick ..and then started shaking my pennis …i was eating her pussy …then i put one hadn on her right boob and squezed it ..she was moaning and screaming …this is amazing ..i am in heaven ..get me in …then i lifted her in my arms and said lets do it doggy ..and i laid her on florr in doggy style then took my rod and inserted. The thought of being wrinkle-free captured her imagination. "Can you come here tomorrow? My husband is gone at nine am, and the housekeeper is off tomorrow." I am working tomorrow, and it would mean missing my wages." Juan looked into her desperate crystal blue eyes. "Maybe it is not such a good idea to be alone with me. What would your husband say?" I will pay you!" Desi blurted out in an attempt to get him to meet with her. "Is five hundred dollars enough?"Juan hesitated; this was going. There were beds in all the rooms, even the lounge.On the end wall of the main lounge was a large tin-type sepia photograph of a noosed man, hooded and hanging, naked with bound ankles and wrists bound behind his back; toes pointing down to the ground several inches out of reach. Either side of the hanged man stood a crowd of smiling women, pertly dressed in white blouses and long floor-length skirts. My cock stiffened as I viewed the photo, which I assumed was of a lynching from over 100 years.