Oh God, not only was it long, it was thick as well… way thicker than her late husband's had been! He was behind her now. She could feel the bed sagging from his weight, could feel his rough hands sliding up her thighs, pinching her flesh. She reddened at the thought of this man taking such liberties with her and felt her cunt grow hot and tight at the idea.

He had tossed the belt down to the floor and was more interested now in probing around in her asshole, sticking one finger in up to the second joint and making the woman shout out in pain. When she felt his tongue against her shitter licking it while the digit still fucked her, Lydia nearly died! And when she felt his hands pushing up against her thighs, forcing her up onto her knees like a dog getting ready for a bitch-fuck, the woman could only think of that fat-headed cock and what it was going to do to her!

She felt the warm juice ooze from her cuntslit, trickling down her thighs, wetting the mattress under her. Lydia closed her eyes, feeling the cool air of the room blowing softly against her hot, sweating cuntlips, hi a second she felt something terribly hard and cold against her right cheek. Lydia looked, seeing only a long square object that was black in color. There was a clicking sound, then the feel of something colder whipping against her flesh. Although her vision was blurred, the woman could easily tell now that Max had opened a switchblade and was pressing it against her face!

Was he going to scar her with it? Was he going to stab her to death? All sorts of wild thoughts rattled about her head as Lydia cringed there on the bed, her full, reddened ass high in the air. That wet, sticky line of her cunt-crack felt more vulnerable than ever. Yes, yes, she was completely naked, exposed to this man. Lydia closed her eyes again in shame and terror, her chin wavering with fear as Max pulled back and began sliding the tip of the knife down between her shoulderblades.