she moaned, her head tossing back and forth.I remember it clearly.Those are just stories.Inside the envelope were three pictures.My car got a flat tire and my jack broke, do you have one I could borrow?I think so, but I have to old figure out how I can do it without mom and dad finding out.Zander, a seductive voice whispered from within the mighty trunk, come in. The trunk opened into a large doorway, and I stepped inside.Yes I am free.Susan followed me in and said she needed to pee too and I could help wipe her pussy when she was done..As he pulled away Lenny followed us, I didn’t know if following us was so that he could watch my butt or if he was trying to hide me from passing cars.I say passing cars because Jake went quite slowly.If I pressed on, I granny could end up in trouble, Bondage with nowhere to go in the dark.Without even thinking, I jump up, spinning in the masochism air BDSM and snag the ball. When this happened Samantha resumed the exploration of her Master's shaft with her tongue. Before long her lips were back around the cock and it was disappearing into her old mouth again. Normally Bondage Samantha would've continued until her Master's semen flowed down her throat. --Yet Samantha's purpose granny was to clean her Master's cock while he rested momentarily in preparation of the final part of the claiming. Samantha's body was begining to subtlety shake in fear as her tongue swept over her cock a final few times. With a slight whimper Samantha planted a kiss on the tip of her Master's cock and crawled out from under him. Bowing to her Master again Samantha could be seen taking deep breaths to prepare herself for what was coming next. Rising to the same begging pose she held during her earlier pleading Samantha started her next plea in the claiming ritual.-- Please Master allow this inferior bitch the honor of being painfully ass raped BDSM by you. So through the agony inferior bitch will never be able to forget your superiority over it. --Samantha screamed in terror as her Master grabbed her again. Though this scream couldn't compare to the one when Samantha's ass hole was brutally penetrated by her Master's cock. Each of Samantha's screams marked the forward thrust of her Master's cock. I could see each of my bitches watching in concern at the way Samantha was screaming during her rape. Yet they continued to watch helplessly as masochism their companion for the last few weeks appeared to be suffering in agony.--Even I would've been concerned if I didn't know the truth.