My parents were good to me and I had a great time growing up but I had this thing for touching myself.One week, my mom had to go out of town to visit ...y grandmother who was ill so dad put her on an airplane to leave. We were to have the house to just the two of us that week and it was going to be lots of fun, kinda just a father/son thing to hang out and cook whatever we liked, etc.We watched some movies, ate popcorn, etc. and all was right with the world! As I sat there, about one seat over. I guess I was kind of innocent back then, but I figured he must be having trouble taking a piss like me and was just dreamily pulling on his foreskin while he was waiting for something to happen. He continued slowly rubbing, though, and this explanation became less and less convincing to me. I was interested in what was going on by now, so I decided to take a look at him.I turned my head and stared directly at him. He wasn't looking at me but I could tell he knew I was there and looking at him.. You could feel their eyes roving over you, on your small cute perfect tits and pointing nipples.But mostly you could feel their eyes working their way up your legs then lingering on where your stocking tops finished four inches below your mound. Their gazes were fixated on the line of your upper slit, topped by your clitoral hood.If they looked hard enough (and they did), in the little gap between your thighs, just a hint of soft pussy lips.The two friends turned to your Mistress and said, "Oh. Tommy walked over to the cowering girl and dragged her to the foot of the bed. Grabbing it on either side of its head he ordered it to open its mouth. When it refused he slapped it hard across the face and pulled its ear. As its mouth was screaming in pain Tommy shoved his rock hard cock in. grabbed it by its ears and began sawing in an out. The little thing was kicking and screaming, snot and tears streamed down its face. The older slave tried to look away but Catherine grabbed its head and.