"You'd better enjoy this slave," said Gina. "You wanted to fuck us so badly yesterday...let's see how much you like being fucked." Rough hands spread ...my legs apart even further, and parted my cheeks. I felt the tip of his cock being rubbed against the outside of my well-oiled asshole, suddenly he thrust the full length of his manhood into my rectum. I bit my lip. His penis was no bigger around than the dildo that had already loosened my anus; but the length! He must have been at least 8 inches. Meagan's body language was neither proud nor confident. Her mother had to correct her about her posture several times before she was satisfied. After she was standing up straight, she still had a problem keeping her head up. Meagan didn't really understand why, but every time she met Peter's lusty gaze, she wanted to look down at her feet, and then peek at him from under her eyelashes. Debbie finally had to walk over to her daughter and put her finger under her chin to indicate how to hold her. Once secured again in the truck, her anxiety about being seen increased, particularly once we were underway again. I could feel her face become warm again, as if her blush were a heater. When she felt my arm around her shoulder, I noted her anxiety diminish. As she felt her nipple being teased, a different sort of excitement became more prominent. This only peaked once she discovered that I had bound her so effectively with her seatbelt over her snaplink.She shivered, and flashed upon a captive. Now she has again repeated the act after 18 years at the age of 38 but not for the same husband this timeShe was just married that day in the morning. It is not that her husband was dead and she has married a new man. Her husband Kamaesh was alive and she has married her son Krishna. Of course she was married with the permission of her husband; actually it was her husband who became the priest for the marriage. The only reason she has to marry her son is because of her husband’s impotency which.