Do you understand?” The sobbing teen, his butt still humping the air, nodded. Frank walked up to him and gave him a big, wet French kiss. The defeated teen submitted to the kiss, and allowed the penetration of his mouth. As indian Frank moved behind him, the rest of us moved in, and went back to stimulating his entire body. He groaned in pain. The sensory overload was making him delirious. As Frank penetrated his hairless ass, he gasped. When Frank hit his prostate, our sweating, writhing, sex slave let out a long moan of ecstasy. His hips went into auto-hump, helplessly ramming his ass back into Frank's massive man meat. He was completely out of control! As the kid moaned and humped in response to Frank's long slow fuck, I installed tit clamps and hung a small weight on the chain that connected them. Mark got tired of just watching and waiting his turn, so he got a flail, and began to gently land strokes on our teen Double Penetration captive's balls. He got a nice rhythm going, landing the stroke every time the boy's hips moved forward. Mike was a little frustrated and looking for something to do. With our helpless twink suspended spreadeagled from the rafters, he couldn't get to his mouth to fuck it. Not wanting to interfere with Mark and Frank, he picked up a riding crop, and began to land strokes on the blonde teen's feet. Just enough to sting. He'd be walking on sore feet, but not to the point where he couldn't walk. That left me to run the close-up camera, and I got great shots of it all! You see both his feet, and his balls, turning a nice shade of pink, then red. The strokes to his balls and feet added to his writhing, and that in turn caused even more muscle flexing. It was just beautiful to watch! After Frank finished, it was Mark's turn. So, I made up the plates and pulled up one of the other stools to join her at indian the counter. The train had passed with hardly another thought. “No,” she said and grabbed his dick. "Just couldn't sleep." My pussy convulsed. Come on, be my baby, come on Her big tits heaved before her as she stumbled back. “Gods, you naughty sex slave!” my princess-Mistress groaned as I sank into her bowels. Stepping carefully as not to slip she moved to switch the bathroom light on, the sudden iridescent light permeating every nook and cranny of the room serving to sweep away the last remnants of the warm relaxing atmosphere she had created with the candles low flickering light. Sarah went to kitchen and picked another wine glass. It was Leah. He said as he headed out the door. “I don't think we have the time, could we borrow some towels?” Maria said. Natasha panics. Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past few days but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. Or maybe even 9. Heck, it barely Double Penetration fit inside me. And I was two years older than you. I looked back and saw one of the woman from our bustrip running over the sand, trying to catch up with me. It was a tiny dark haired women. Dudley finally gave up, moved around to her face, and told her to start sucking.