N....no...not...yet...Although he doesn’t have to debase himself, the male companion still has formalities to complete.He was at the head old of an expansive table fit for a feast, but he was granny alone.Look into that camera lens, honey.Please put that down so I… I stopped her by putting a finger over her lips.After a few minutes he grabs the sides of my head and face fucks me. After about 10 minutes he says he is about to cum and asked master where he should facial put it.Thinking he was about to come in his pants she moved behind him and undone his jeans much the same as with Matt, dropping them to the floor.You are about to start your training.My flesh vanished.Indeed, she mature does, replied Beelma.He tossed these to grannies the stairs the opposite direction of his shirt. There were eleven marks, eleven assfucks in total, going on for hours. Each guy had managed to fuck her three or four times, at least she hoped that was what it meant. Strictly speaking she couldn’t be sure they grannies didn’t have eleven different guys lined up to go once each. She felt sick in the pit of her stomach at the idea but took a deep breath and composed herself, assuring herself that would not have happened. The more she moved around the more she felt sore, especially, and unsurprisingly, in her ass. She didn’t know what possessed them to abuse her poor anus that way, mature but she felt like she was going to remember it for a long time.Beyond her reflection in the mirror she noticed the dildo sitting on top of a book on her side table and sat down – gingerly – on her bed to inspect it. It wasn’t as big as it hard felt but it was exceedingly firm. It was probably about the size of Trevor’s cock, though admittedly that would have been a struggle to take had she not been dripping with pent us sexual frustration that day in the gym. She gave a wry smile and tossed the rubber prick aside, turning old her attention to the book it was sitting on, which turned out to be a photo album. Her stomach did a somersault as she guessed what it probably facial contained. She took it in her hands and held it in her lap for a long minute before daring to crack it open.Predictably, it was full of photos. Polaroids, she was relatively relieved to see – which meant there was no negatives, no photo studio who had seen these in order to develop them, no digital copy floating around in the cloud granny waiting to be stolen and leaked online. The first page was photos of her restrained and lying across the bed from various angles, including a helpful close-up of her pussy and asshole in case she wanted to know what she looked like from that angle.