I kept my hand where it was between her legs. "No," I said quietly. "There are rules here, Emma, and the first one is: you don't touch me. Not witho...t permission. I touch you, but you don't touch me, understand? Now pick up your skirt." She took her hands off my shoulders and lifted her skirt again, revealing her snug panties and the smooth plane of her belly, tanned as dark as her legs. I brought my hand up and stroked her pussy through the smooth synthetic of her panties and she. Good, now open you mouth wide. I could hear them laugh as I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I felt something hard rub against my tongue and let out a huge sigh of relief as I realised it was a dildo and not a real cock. Slowly my mouth was fucked with the dildo as they all taunted me about how good a cock sucker I was. I hope your flicking your tongue over the head of that plastic cock she said I tried to reply yes Mistress Trina but couldn't as they continued to fuck my mouth in a rhythmic. Yes, I know bitch, this is summer, and we got 32 centigrade in the streets. Just put in on you fucking slave bitch!”.Finally, Peta was dressed as Marylou wanted. The weird fetish bra, the cashmere sweater, and wool pants with closed shoes. And, of course, Peta began to sweat.Marylou admired the result of her work. “I must say bitch you look beautiful! I just can’t believe it!”- Marylou got near and slowly offered her lips to be kissed by Peta… offering but not touching… it had to be Peta’s. I do enjoy milking his small thumb, but, I feel I need more for myself. Tonight we will try something different. Robbie gets ready for bed early, not because he is tired, but his thumb is hard again. I follow him to his bedroom and he lies on his back. Instead of lying beside him as usual I drop my robe and stand before him, naked. I get on the bed and straddle his body. My pussy is just above his small spear. Robbie is nearly four inches long. I guide my body towards him. He looks at me in.