And congratulating her on that day was the first and last time that I had ever kissed Anne.I felt the old surge of attraction. "Wow, Anne. You look sp...ctacular in that frock. You look better now than when we were dating." She blushed and curtsied, her pubes making a brief appearance when the shift floated in place while her hips dipped. Then, with a private smile, she reached behind her neck with one hand and released a fastener, causing the frock to slowly, slowly drift down, gradually. Knowing that they had just hours earlier been abused by the Mistress’s whip, Becky was extremely gentle with them, carefully licking and sucking on them. She didn’t want to cause Beverly any further pain, only pleasure now. And she was doing just that. Despite the fact her nipples had been struck several times by the Mistress’s cruel whip, they now responded by the softer touch of Becky’s warm wet tongue, swelling and stiffening and standing up asking for more.“Mmmm ... Becky, that feels .... It was a pity he couldn't see her face. Perhaps he'd seen her in another video.Suitably prepared, he clicked play with his free hand that clutched the tissues, while his other hand remained wrapped around the base of his shaft, squeezing and moving very slowly. He knew he couldn't risk touching his cock higher up yet, until the girl in the video started to scream and spasm. He had to get the timing right. It felt as if he was walking along a cliff path, trying to go as close to the edge as. Except that it wasn't. All through the holiday they'd spent time together, day and night. He'd held her, kissed her, rubbed away tension from her calves after long walks and caressed her lovingly as they drifted off to sleep.But he'd not shown her that he wanted her. Shawna had, but that wasn't enough when Marcus was so willing to grab the redhead and pound into her until she screamed a release. Flushing with guilt — at the jealousy and at the realisation that she wanted to be pounded until she.