“No, I won’t do that”. They came to the surface and pulled me near the river, come on it will be fun. The driver dropped my pallu and both looke... at my breasts. They were trying to measure the size and shape of my breasts with their eyes. They are holding my hands. I was feeling so embarrassed, but there was no one else to see this.Then I saw that very far away a village woman was collecting woods. They left me and wore their pants. After five minutes she went back and disappeared. Now again. Feeling each other, kissing each other andpressing their cocks against one another through the fabric of their jeans.Bill pressed his cock against the mattress as he thought about Jon, and rubbedhis cock through his jeans against the bed. Bill saw himself undoing Jon'sjeans and then pulling his own pants off. Each of them now stripped to justboxer shorts, their cocks still covered with fabric. Bill could feel thepre-cum soaking into his shorts as he humped the bed. What would Jon . I just had to be Clint's sister. His woman. His lover. Maybe even his sex slave.“Melody!” he grunted as he fired the last blast of cum in me.“That's it, Master!” Lee moaned. “Cream her slut-cunt! She's just a filthy whore and—” “Shut the fuck up!” snarled Clint. “That's your mistress you're talking about.”Lee squeaked, her mouth clamping shut. “I'm sorry, Master.”“Go sit in the car,” Clint snapped. “You're on a twenty-four orgasm ban.”“Yes, Master,” Lee said, her head lowered. “I'm so sorry. I can feel your warmth on my tongue as your body starts to shudder. You attempt to cover your mouth with your hands, as you climax in my mouth and on my face, screaming in delight. I take your hand and escort you to the bedroom, as your knees buckle slightly from the errand my tongue has just performed. Once in the bedroom I bend your quivering body over the bed and run my fingers up your dripping wet pleasure palace. Then, rubbing the head of my cock on your wetness, about to insert just the.