She licked her lips.Her other hand reached for her breast. She firmly rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Then pinched her swelling nipple... almost tugging it.A blush materialised, vivid given the sheen of dampness coating her body. My left hand touched her knee; she shouldn’t feel embarrassed for my sake. She glanced at me, smiled, and then her eyes were gone. Alice’s touch became her everything.And, with her smile, I felt an unexpected but familiar feeling from my own clit. My. Dean dialed a number, the number of the man who had brought him the message. ‘Dean! I thought you’d be calling. Business or pleasure?’ The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled. ‘Perhaps both.’ ‘I thought so, going to make contact again, eh?’ ‘Apparently.’ ‘Come by the office in mid-morning. June will work up something for you.’ The receiver clicked in Dean’s ear. It was quiet in the house now, his family asleep. Dean leaned back in the big chair, and half-closed his eyes. 1970 – the. I licked the white cunt stain on the panties and loved the taste of it.Fiona then leant down and put a small hairband round the top of balls, squeezing them through the tiny ring. Then she took another and put it under my balls and over my cock. Immediately I loved the feeling as my balls were pulled up tightly.She said, ‘tonight one of my lovers will be here, we have discussed it and we are going to allow you to watch. You will of course be allowed to wank but only cum when we give permission.. I could almost hear my sister screaming as I fondled my aching balls and watched her sit up and stuff her lovely boobs back into her tiny bikini top. I looked forward to tearing that off with my teeth. She had been teasing me for years, and now it was going to be my turn, she was going to become my cumslut, my luscious and eager sex slave. So far, although I had only enjoyed a half-dozen, every girl I pronged begged for more. Then she stood, picked up her big towel, tossed it over her shoulder.