Rhonda began to finger herself, not that she could do much besides fake an arousal she didn't feel. Meanwhile…"Please fuck my pussy Master," Natalie...whimpered reluctantly.Rhonda, staring helplessly and dejectedly at Gary's cock poised at the entrance to her daughter's sex, could only sullenly say, "Please Master, fuck my daughter." The two women recited their appointed mantras as Master Gary started to ease his shaft forward. The soft folds of the girl beneath him were still wet from her. At one point it goes only one small field away from the end of Mr Whitaker’s big tree-lined garden.He’d crossed the field and looked closely at the high wooden fence, before his nerve had failed and he’d beaten a retreat. Today though, he’d come back with more resolve, and when he’d faintly heard Lettie’s voice he’d scrambled up and over the fence!He’d dropped down between some trees and bushes, then crawled forwards through more bushes until he could just see, through the leafy branches, the. ’ ‘Like things weren’t awkward enough already,’ said Tina. ‘True,’ said Angela, ‘But, neither one of us had the slightest idea how to approach the subject or what to say about it.’ ‘So what did you wind up saying?’ Tina asked. ‘Well,’ said Angela, ‘for the first fifteen minutes or so we said a frightening number of really stupid things. I had no idea that either one of us were capable of being that completely inane. So we temporarily dropped the subject and started cleaning the dinner table.’. He gently parted my legs. Using a firm hand he kind of pushed me back slowly into a semi-prone position and leaned his face right into my navel. I felt Mr. G’s tongue touch my stomach and he began working his way downward. When he got to my clit his tongue began the most amazing manipulation of my sex as I had ever dreamt possible. His tongue darted in and out of places I had yet to even explore. He used his tongue, his lips, even his breath to stimulate my body. .