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He complies. “Entwine your fingers, and grip tight.” He complies. Although Clive is quite a bit taller than her, it doesn’t lessen the pain when she delivers the first open hand slap on the side of his face. She loves this part of their game. “How do you like it, wimp-boy?” she scoffs, before striking him hard again. His eyes struggle to see her through the tsunami of tears. She lashes out and strikes him again. Then twice more, as hard as she can. He whimpers, like the wimp that she calls him. Her hand alights on the crotch of his trousers and squeezes his rock-hard erection through the fabric. “I’m going to rape you now, you know that, don’t you, Clive?” He nods his head to acknowledge defeat. “Rape you good, like I do every time you get hard from hearing my stories. You like my stories, don’t you, Clive?” He nods his head again. “Go to the bedroom, then, and pick out a strap-on from the top drawer of my dresser. Lay it on top, ready for me to put on when I come in. And for your sake”, she adds with a growl, “it had better not be the smallest.” She didn’t have to threaten. He’d select the biggest. He always did. She started grinning from ear to ear when she heard Clive’s gasp from the bedroom. He’d gasped out loud when he had opened the drawer. She glowed with triumph as she yelled out to him from the kitchen. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. I’ve bought a new one to add to the collection. It’s called “The She-Devil’s Bull-Dick.” Five minutes later when she entered boobs the bedroom, she couldn’t help but smirk at the scene. Clive was fully buck naked with a bursting erection as he knelt on the bed with his ass in the air. He’d buried fucked his face deep into a big fluffy pillow, which was curled up and around to cover his ears, and where his hands held it firmly in place. Was it to hide his shame, or muffle his cries, or block out all but the raw, painful pleasure? Whatever way, his open spread hands clasped the pillow to his ears, with his face buried deep in its centre. His mask of suppression, his fluffy dark sanctum, was now resolutely in place. On top of the dresser was the bottle of lube, next to the strap-on he’d picked out. The one his trembling hand had lifted out of the drawer and carefully laid down on the dresser. The strap-on he wanted his wife to use when she mega raped his ass for the third time that week. It was the newest and most scary, and biggest by far. No-one had forced him. He’d had a free choice. He’d selected “The She-Devil’s Bull-Dick”. She wanted to be sick. When I finally managed to get up the man in the CKs gave me a bottle of champagne and a T-shirt and thanked me for being such a good sport. A cock rammed into my mouth. Apollo - Son of Zeus and Leto - god of the sun and light, music and poetry, healing, and plagues, prophecy and knowledge, order and beauty, archery and agriculture. That tinge of fear only made the thrill greater. Jayden dealt each of them two cards then dealt the flop in the centre. First the tip popped into my bowels, then he thrust deeper. It was dark and I wanted to get out of the mega shower but he kept talking so I listened but eventually I turned off the water and got out. But it boobs was wild and delicious as I showed my boys I was such a good teacher-pet. I felt his fucked cock slide deep in me and fill me up. I tried to relax and gradually her finger got deeper in me. She finger fucked my ass with that finger and after a few minutes, it felt pretty good. I suggest you develop a sense of masochism. The whole naughty afternoon was turning her on. Though Sister Julia’s insides felt like absolute heaven, I couldn’t help but feel a touch disappointed. I carefully clambered back onto the bed. “Oh daddy I loved it.” Mary said throwing her arms round my neck. I thought you might need some help with the clothes". I peeked around the corner to see Amy sitting and watching some gossip show when suddenly my face appeared on the screen.