I can see the sweat running in rivulets down her back, some trickling into her ass crack, some up over her shoulders. The scent of fear is in it, and ... can’t resist leaning down to run my tongue up the last 6 inches of so of her spine, dipping into that sharp and salty stream, tasting her fear. And arousal. I continue to batter her insides, and detect the unmistakable scent of her own juices rising from my rapidly moving toy. There is also, when I listen carefully, a change in the tenor and. A small strap ran under her chin, it had the added cruelty of forcing its wearer to bite down on the O-ring harder. As the chin strap was cinched tight a whine escaped from the puppy.Next Trish grabbed the hood of the suit drawing it over the girls head. She paused parting the girl's hair and she made two side pony tails. Taking each in turn she fed them through a hole on each side of the hood. "Now since you like pink bows so much I thought you deserved a pair." Trish began to tie the girl's. I spread my thin legs wider to let him see me through the open seam of my pantalets, the heavy garters holding up the black woolen stockings that we all had to wear. I spread the cotton fabric wide, showing him the soft, hairless lips of my cunt, stroking it softly, letting him see the beads of moisture dampening it. “Oh I can see you, your young wet cunt, and how a little slut like you gives pleasure to herself. ” he said his voice hoarse.“ Do you like what you see oh Father…” I parted the. He peered more closely and could make out the shape now as the lightning lit up the stormy sky. It was a female. It was Mrs. Winters!It looked like she was trying to run away from the male figure. Things did not look good. Greg quickly closed the window shut. He pulled on his shirt, socks and work boots as fast as he could then he raced down the hall. Everything was quiet in the old house, The old lady sound asleep. He ran down the big staircase and out the door. His heart was pounding out of.