Charlotte begins to wriggle and protest once again so I grab a substantial p***s gag, ram it into her mouth and fasten the straps behind her head. Her eyes bulge as the wide helmet end settles on the back of her tongue and her attention is all of a sudden focussed on not gagging.
Moving behind her, I run my hands down Charlotte’s slender back and cup her firm buttocks. They really are lovely; almost spherical and very firm. Worming a finger between her cheeks, I probe her smallest hole, feeling her body stiffen the moment I make contact with her anus.
“Is she virgin back here, Aaron?” I ask her compliant husband.
His nod confirms my suspicions and I lean in to whisper in her ear. “You won’t be soon, my sweet. By the end of the evening, this little arse of yours will be as well used as
