Tonya thought to herself as she went about her tasks that this was not the glamorous life of a sex queen that she thought that they lived and she laug...ed out loud. She wanted a cigarette after the great sex as they always tasted great after sex but there were little c***dren to watch.The day was uneventful but all day long Tonya's pussy felt kind of tingly and a little sore from the hard fucking she had received from Freak, not a bad sore a good sore as it reminded her that she had been fucked. Hours later Angela was only vaguely aware of Dianne as she came in at lunch time to give her a drink and change the towel, which was soaking wet, but not because Angela had lost control of her bladder. Dianne put up a changing screen in front of the window as she changed the towel and the batteries in the butterfly. As the power was turned off momentarily, Angela started to come out of her reverie, but it was too short lived as the new, long life, batteries powered her tormentor to new. You cannot but be drawn to it. You need to taste it. You cannot imagine life without it!" whilst you part your knees to give me a majestic view of your cunt. A waft of the scent of wetness reaches me and any doubt is washed away by it. Without hesitation I move towards that sweet box of life giving honey. My hands stroking your inner thighs reach under and behind your legs to enable better access as I bury my nose in your sweetness. Gliding my tongue across the slightly parted outer labia I. It was time to tease it some more. 'If you keep doing that, I will cum in your mouth,' Martin warned me gruffly so I stopped and looked at him. His face and chest was a bit flushed while his eyes shone, heightening his handsome features. I dropped my chest onto his cock, squashed it between us and moved up and over him, very slowly, until we were face to face. Opening my legs, I allowed him to slip his cock between my thighs, and shifted slightly so they fit snugly against my balls. I heard.