Jimmy was standing between her legs, fucking her hard, while Beth sucked on her teats. These days, fucking her hard was the only option unless you wan...ted to get cussed by Sally. If we had owned one of those fucking machines, I swear Sally would have it going twenty four seven.She compared her condition to having an itch that she just couldn't scratch. But it wasn't for lack of trying on our part or that she wasn't experiencing orgasms. Even Jimmy was seeing it as a chore. Brenda complained of. "Ohhhh, baby, fuck it good! Ahhhh, I love it so! Fuck mother... fuck mother's wet cunt, darling!" Hot pussy," Ted groaned, slamming his cock in and out of her hairy cunt swiftly. "Your cunt is so fucking hot, Mom! You're really wet, too! I love to fuck you, Mom!" Then fuck me, baby!" she urged huskily, thrusting her cunt up and down in rhythm to his cock. "Fuck mother's hot cunt! Fuck my wet, hairy pussy! Fuck my snatch, my twat! Ooooo, mother's cunt loves your hard, hard cock, darling!"Ted was. Your shriek again kicking it away and scampering back crab like. "What. The. Fuck!" You say to no one. Quickly you take in your surrounding. Three walls of stone with a ceiling that stretches up into the darkness. One wall has a trickle of water running down it, into a pool. It's there that the tentacle emanates from. It flops feebly, looking foolish as its blindly creeps towards her snail-slow. You stand and find yourself just a bit chilly. There is a damp cold breeze, and you are clearly. I twitched a little as I went to the dresser withmy duster. It was already just about spotless, which is when I picked upthe desk lamp and whirled about slamming it into her temple as hard as Icould. She didn't even blink, a look of slight surprise on her facebefore she fell to the floor, unconscious- at least I think she wasunconscious.My trash bag had enough tools to do what was needed. I produced some ducttape and bound her wrists and ankles securely. There was no blood, whichwas lucky. I.