Nothing like that happened: instead, the fat man groaned, cursing at her and spitting saliva on her back. he managed to push it in and out. In the end... he was satisfied with what he had achieved: he took her ass in his hands and began to move back and forth, trying with each thrust to push it more and more.The b**stly pain clouded the little mulatto's mind. She screamed, but her cries died away, drowned in her throat by the growing cock of Psychara, who had lifted her head back and up, holding. Herpursuits would be the so called 'feminine pursuits' of cooking,cleaning, and keeping home. Her supposed hobbies would be needlework,sewing, or dressmaking perhaps. Her every thought would be how to pleasemen, how to ensure she is always presentable and feminine both inappearance and in demeanour. In short she would be a slave to aparticularly perverted male ideal of womanhood."I think even the VP was beginning to notice that she was losing thecomprehension of her young male audience now."So. I felt her fingers on my penis. She rubbed the sides of my penis with the sides of her fingers. I had already grown to nearly full size. She rubbed the head of my rod and I moaned softly. She wrapped her fingers around it and began slowly pumping. My hand moved down across her stomach, then down until it encountered her bush. I stroked her bush for several seconds before moving lower to her vaginal lips. Cinnamon inhaled and exhaled deeply as I stroked the outside of her lips. I could tell she. "That was nice," he grinned at his sister."Nice or not, you broke your promise to me," she snapped."Oh, sis," he laughed, "She was gagging for it."She pulled him in front of her and hissed at him."Don't you realise what they would do to you if they found out," she snarled. "They would pump you full of drugs and then they'll dissect your brain to see how it works." They wouldn't," he gulped."Don't you bet on it," she said starting off for home once again. "From now on, anything you need you come.