CHAPTER EIGHT
Fascinated by the fantastic scenes that surrounded him on every side, Ralph scarcely knew where to look first. His hands seemed to fly over his desire-swollen c**k, building to a fever pitch of excitement as he first watched Coretti and Annette, now bouncing lewdly up and down on the floor. Annette seemed to have gone beyond the sensations of pain that had rocked her plump adolescent frame when the heavy-set master's thick, blood-engorged c**k first penetrated her, for now her moans and sighs had a happier sound. She looked like a child on a rocking horse, he thought, as he watched her nakedly bob and twist on her perch, squealing with delight as Coretti lifted her off the floor with each bludgeoning stroke.
The excited young husband could feel his lust-thickened seed gathe
