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I hissed a sharp intake of air as Ms. Parks slowly began to push. I looked down, seeing a lecherous grin spread across her face as my tight asshole began to stretch. I issued a muffled groan as she slowly twisted the invasive probe, achieving a uniform distribution of the lubrication. I squirmed as my wrinkled anal pucker took the penetration. I gasped a desperate inrush of air as the first few inches pried me open. Then I flailed in panic as I felt the wad of gagging panties started to work its way down my throat. Ms. Parks looked up, spotting the cause of my distress. A red flush began to cross my face as my air supply grew short. Mercifully, she reached up and tugged the panties from my mouth. I gasped again, greedily sucking needed air into my lungs. “We can do without the gag, but only if you promise to behave,” she offered. I nodded in agreement. Ms. Parks once more brought the giant butt-plug to bear, easing it back into the clutching confines of my puckered pooper. Slowly she worked the monstrous probe back and forth, stretching me, achieving additional penetration with every loving thrust. I took the first several inches like a pro, but as the width of the thing continued to flare ever wider, I fell into a desperate panting. Ms. Parks looked up at me with warning eyes, and I knew to keep things quiet if I didn’t want the panty gag repeated. More pressure was applied and I knew that I was pried open beyond my limit. Huffing like a woman giving birth, I eagerly rocked my hips, bucking against my restraints. Mr. Parks teased me, easing off on the pressure. I felt the muscles ripple in my bowels, clenching down tight on the invasive probe. Slowly the tapered plug began to squeeze back indian out of my ass, forced out by my clutching rectal grip. Then she applied herself and I stifled a shriek of protest as the last few inches forcefully eased into my humid depths. My anus flared as the widest part of the butt-plug amateur stretched me open. Then with an animalistic grunt of satisfaction I felt the probe seat tight. My quivering asshole snugged down in a welcoming embrace around the narrowed base, locking it securely in my rump. I clenched my teeth, experimentally squeezing my sphincter to try to squeeze out the plug. But the massive girth of the plug was jammed up tight. The woman rose, giving the exposed base of my anally embedded plug a couple of sharp taps with her finger. Vibrations shuddered through my bowels and I sighed with growing pleasure. I wriggled my naked hips against my bonds, wondering what was next. Ms. Parks plugged the wire trailing from my butt-plug into the port inside the box. Then she plugged in the wire of the metallic dildo and fiddled with some adjustments. The electronics in the box gave off an ominous hum. She brought the gleaming dildo down, the tip hovering just above the rigid nipple of my left breast. Carefully she lowered the device, closing the distance. Suddenly there was a sharp snap asian and a bluish crack of light. Alli asked if I wanted to go for a ride. By the time Erica asian got home, Laura had worked herself into a state, part lust and part anger. “Save some for your father and me. We're the ones playing with her.” “You certainly don’t disappoint, Mr. Brighton.” Her bare skin feeling the frozen edges of the snow and ice? “Ok I will allow it for amateur now. “Everybody gets sick.” But let me know if you are indian uncomfortable about me commenting about Katie.” We reached our bedroom in moments. I turned my head to check on Jill, only to see her filing her fingernails with a facial expression of annoyance.