Naughty Ann Poll on the pool shows her hot body

I noticed the woman had forsaken her cloak, and was naked save for crisscrossing sashes and belts that held enough knives to arm a battalion. Mom would approve. “You press the button, and twist the knob.” I replied. They hadn’t even chained me up. I guessed they thought I wasn’t enough of a threat, and it hurt to realize that they were right. The worst I could have done was tag two or three of them before the others had blades inside me, and even if there were only two or three of them, I doubted I would’ve tried anyway. I was a coward, plain and simple. I had none of my mother’s courage or skill to fight my way out of a situation, nor did I have her cunning and silver tongue to talk my way out of it. I was the situation’s bitch. Sara pressed the button and twisted the knob, and a double-ended contraption sprang outward, and began revving to rotate the penetrating and lubed lengths. Sara looked like I just showed her the cure for cancer (and I had to admit a certain amount of pride) and she squatted to immediately test the device. “So, Lucilla betrayed us.” I muttered. “Don’t feel too bad.” Sara gasped as she violated herself, “It’s a soft betrayal at worst. We pornstars did most of the work. God this thing is great! Have you patented this yet?” “It’s pending.” I grumbled. Some of the women had gotten into my personal collection, which I wasn’t too happy about. They fucked each other with my strap-ons, filled themselves with my plugs, and doused themselves with my lube. I’d have to wash every single one of those insertions in boiling water just to clean the bitch off them. Who was I kidding? I was going to suck them spotless. “Where’s Mom and Diamond?” I asked. “You mean ‘Mom and Angela?’” Sara offered a shit-eating grinned. I sighed and nodded. I pool was not amused. “Tera’s getting ready to fight in The Pit, I’m sure, and Angela’s off trying to save Willowbud.” Sara answered. “What?” “‘Trying’ is the operative word here.” Sara chuckled breathily, “Once she’s out of Ofanian eyeshot, we’re bagging her, and dragging her back here.” “Why?” I was even more insulted that Sara thought me so unthreatening she could reveal Big Tits her treacherous plans. “That’s on a need-to-know basis, Your Eminence.” Sara groaned, “I hope you understand.” He marched beside the mismatch hulk, the Paragon of the Biomancer. I matched each of his thrusts, pressing my clit on his mound with each one. “And the craving?” I asked. I could see Kip’s sister being exacerbated by this morons response. By this time I was relaxing a bit and was starting to get into the act a bit so I did a bit of pleading before slowly taking it off. At one point in the evening, while waiting in line in the hallway for my turn in the bathroom, one of the other females pointed at my chest and asked me, “Don’t those hurt?” on, lay back on the bed with their cunts rubbing each other. “Didn’t you already have clothes on?” Time slowed for a moment, as Celine's eyebrows looked like they were about to fly off her face. I laugh and sheepishly say, “Ok.” We cleaned pool up and John brought me a white collared shirt just like he was told. Rose and Seth were trapped in a kiss, and not only because the plastic wrap and the rope pushed them together. “Shsss – I'm not going to complain if that's what you think, I didn't know it would feel that good.” I held up one of the rounds—a .50 caliber BMG round for my Barrett M82 A sniper rifle. It was a one man orgy. Cindy arched her back, pushed out her Big Tits ass and moaned. “Go on in then.” My pussy was getting wetter by the minute and throbbing like crazy. “And who might just you be?” I turn my gaze back forward and see Mr. Taylor standing tall in front of me. With his stern look on his face, he extends his massive hand out to me. She turned around and sank to her knees. “I understand entirely, Mom, but right now I think I want to be pornstars taken in that manner and fucked until I am completely drained of all my orgasmic juices,” Amy proclaimed. Our summer vacation was nearly over. I motioned to Dad, and he cracked a smile, ducking and sliding into cover to intercept the ambush. A common theme I had associated with Shawn at this point. “What are you doing?” Anael asked. Mandi somehow managed a cheerful “Yes of course we are.” "Yes, yes, keep on licking me!"