" Understanding, Ty cups his penis in his hand, although there is no sign of its hardness yielding.Monique, meanwhile, is turning on to her knees, off...ring Ty a view of her trim buttocks. She looks over her shoulder. "Encules-moi," she implores. "Enculer. Tu comprends?" She starts to reach behind her but Ty has understood. He, too, kneels, lowers his head and applies his tongue to the pink rose of the lawyer's anus. "Oui," she says. "C'est bon, ça." While preparing her for the next stage, Ty, I. Those jerks never tell me nu’thin’!”“This is gonna be tricky, ‘cause of all the double names. This is plain ‘Al’, his sister, Betty or Be, Gary or Gar, and Delilah or Del.”Zita laughed. “Okay, I gotta ask, why the duplicate names?”“It’s something we just started,” Gary explained. “Al’s always used his nickname, but called his sister by her pet name. We discovered we share more with each other than most families do, so we adopted similar names.”“It’s sort of a newly established kinship ritual,”. He gagged my mouth with something he tied around my head. Pushed me on to the bed and tied my hands and feet to each corner, put a pillow under my ass. I was face up with my pussy pushed way up. It was hurting me. He walked over to my face and showed me his leather belt and said “I said no teeth. Your going to learn, little slut”. And he walked to the end of the bed and proceed to whip my pussy with the belt. "Whap....Whap...Whap" Each lash my pussy convulsed in pain. My entire body would . Kyra was different. There was just some indefinable... SOMETHING that made me believe she was the real deal. It was not so much what she said as the way she said it that spoke of a woman who had truly "been there, done that." Naturally, a lot of snerts in the room asked the obvious, stupid question: "Are you REALLY a...?" She artfully deflected their inquiries, reminding them of the name and nature of the room and playfully suggesting they draw their own conclusions. Still, if one was astute.