Untying the rope around her breasts hurt more than she had thought, carefully she pulled the rope out of her panties, slowly so because the rough rope burned her inner pussy lips by sliding between them. Red marks all over her body showed where she had been bound. Emily got dressed, cleaned up the mess she had made as good as possible and went home. The feeling of cockroaches inside her pussy she was already getting used to, but the feeling of them inside her ass was new and also exciting. Again it was difficult to maintain her composure in front of her parents, but she retired to her room as soon as possible, just laying nude except her panties on her bed occasional playing with herself, but mostly just lying there enjoying the feeling. Eventually she drifted into a deep exhausted sleep. Moms Profitable Jill was a 39-year-old red head, she had put on a few pounds in the last 15 years which only accentuated her 36 E breasts and well-rounded butt. Her husband Al was a VP of sales for an International Chemical Company who was gone months at a time. When he was home all he did was sleep and stay on the phone with clients. Working all week, cleaning house on the weekend didn’t give her a lot of free time either, she was super horny all the time she tried to entice Al with sexy outfits. He would always come up with an excuse to be left alone. Her son Evan was a gawkish Hardcore 18-year-old who was horny all the time, he spent half his night watching porn on his computer. Evan did however have big a few very good friends on the football team for a price he would do their homework which kept them playing doggystyle football without the coaches ragging on them. Evan was totally consumed with monitory gain so for money there was nothing he would not do. On at least three occasions two of the guys from the team who were black were at his house when his mom would come home. After she would change, she would start dinner or scurry around the house straightening and cleaning. They would watch her with lustful eyes, they would tell Evan how they’d like to fuck her in blonde every hole. They were always graphic as to where they would put their cum. They wanted to know did she swallowed cum, was she on the pill. She had a great ass they told Evan it was the perfect ass to get fucked. Evans response was always “show me the money”. Luther and Gary both linebackers were sitting in Evans basement, they looked him in the eyes “Evan how much for a weekend with her”? Evan was taken back by the comment, he thought about it for a minute, “500 for Friday blowjob and Saturday”. Luther and Gary looked at him “$500 for Friday and Saturday for both of us”. you did antagonize him,” he says to me. I blonde did it willingly, I wanted to give you pleasure and make you feel good, GET IT!" “Unless they finish us first.” James grimaced as he finally came back down to the ground. “Shut your mouth, slut!” By now she had pulled Barbara in toward the closet and reached inside. With two big cocks to turn you on, who knows what might happen.” I whimpered. She was still cumming. As she flicked through, she went past one veranda and then flicked back as she caught some movement out of the corner of her eye. “Well, OK. I can understand that. She put a foot on either side of my head and squatted. One day when I was driving her home after school, she asked me, out of the blue, if I had ever seen my mother naked. I kept it still as if I had just scratched myself in my sleep. man a team of horses doggystyle could not have pulled him off me.. I look around, I’m not scared, but anxious. “Ooh, you naughty girl!” she moaned in my imagination. She held it up, took the tiniest big little puff, made a face, and tried not to blowjob cough. A knock at the door caught the attention of all of us. “Hmm… I do wonder what that would be like” Harry thought to himself. Based on the research, it would be theoretically possible to push victims (they were referred to as participants in our documentation) to think or behave in ways completely foreign to Hardcore their normal behavior. “Oh, I’m not… You are… We…” I managed to say. He bowed and left the stage quietly.