That little pearl of pleasure was pebbled up and engorged, and Amanda was now thrusting backward into her mom’s face, her cunt grinding against Rhonda’s mouth. Rhonda captured the girl’s clit between her lips again, sucking on it as her teeth grazed the little nerve bundle with just the perfect hotel amount of pressure. “Uuuuuuaaahhhh! OOooooohhhh! Oh god! Ohhhh! Mom, yes! I’m cumming!!!!” Amanda cooed, her cheeks burning with shame as she slammed her ass backwards, her cunt grinding and flooding her mother’s face with pungent nectar. Julio petted the mother’s head with deceptive gentleness. The sounds of her licking and slurping filled the room. “Good job, Mama. You get to spend the night with your precious girls.” Julio now began slamming into Rhonda’s ass with twice the vigor, his cock pummeling her tight passage as he pulled her hair with one hand, yanking her head abruptly from her daughter’s twat. “What do you say, bitch?” Rhonda groaned, her breasts trembling, Amanda’s fluids glistening all over her face. The woman’s hands clenched on her daughter’s hips as that cock slammed through her tightness. “Th-thank you Sir.” The attractive woman moaned as Julio’s hand slipped around, cupping one of her breasts and giving it a firm squeeze. “Aren’t you forgetting to say something, Mama?” “AAAAYY! Thank you for raping my ass, Sir.” Julio slowed down for just a moment, watching as the distended anal japanese ring gaped the second he let his cock slip free. Then he plunged his shaft back in hard and rough, to the prolonged sound of the mother’s squeals. “Uh!!! UH!!! Oh, I forgot to mention something, Mama. You get to spend the night with your daughters, but asian it comes with a catch.” ‘A catch? Oh god, what does this sadistic man want from us that we haven’t already suffered?’ Rhonda thought to herself. Julio was slamming into her now at breakneck speed, his balls smacking against her butt cheeks. “UHH!! Yeah, slut, you and your two daughters’ training will start TONIGHT. I’m going to have you train each other. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” The gorgeous Indian woman quivered at the thought of what that training might involve. Torture, sexual degradation, and quite possibly worse. There must have been 25 or 30 girls in there, most of them talking to one another. We cleaned up the kitchen, and trooped down to the dungeon. Frantic energy shuddered up and down her body for that brief second, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and her whole body prickled with anticipation. Cab, I thought I was going to die, she was coming at me with a knife while the other two were holding me and the only thing I could think of is that I wouldn't see you anymore. Her hands were relaxed in my grip, no longer struggling, only twitching sporadically with the spasms that wracked her insides. "Come in!" said an authoritative female voice. The wandering stars. I lowered my hand to waist level, forcing hotel her to bend over nearly double as she waddled along awkwardly, loudly lamenting every painful step. (pleadding) “All right come round tonight for your punishment, but wait till you see Dad’s car’s gone.” No way to push yourself back up so you can start again. and we did, a lot. They talk about Charlie and their weekend and share photos of the little boy. Brad felt a surge of pleasure shoot through his body. It was the day after that very first sexual asian encounter on Saturday evening in The japanese Pit, with my older friend, Chris. At home David lay in bed thinking about Abigail. Then I had another idea.