I have somethingfor you sweetie," She cooed as she minced upstairs to her guest room.Timmy in his shirts and jeans and tennis shoes followed her notic...ng herfloral perfume in the air, hearing the tinkle of her jewelry and hearingthe whispering zip of her shiny nylons and the nylon lining of her tightwool skirt as she minced along on her stiletto heels. She swung openher large floral suitcase that was on the bed and began searchingthrough the clothes. "Take off your shirts dear. That binder. I do not enter her but keep the use of her pussy going as hard and strong as I can. Keeping her on the edge, not letting her take the fall over and cum. Sliding my cock across her pussy as I tease and finger her closer and closer. I stop just as she drops her head back and stand up, not letting her finish, not ceasing the fires burning her up inside. I can see the expression on her face as it fades to disbelief that I had stopped and left her needing. I wipe the wet from my cock on her belly. Cooley tossed her hat aside and kissed Kat hard on the mouth, roughly grabbing the girl’s crotch with one hand. Samantha had mixed feelings upon witnessing this. One the one hand, it was pretty hot; on the other, she felt as if she ought to be protecting her daughter. But had she stepped in, Kat would undoubtedly have gotten mad, felt her mother was treating her like a c***d; and anyway, judging by the look on Kat’s face, she was rather enjoying herself. Ronnie had penetrated Kat on one strong. Her arms were pulled parallel with the bed, and she was bent over as though her buttocks were a target. Carl took a deep sip of his scotch, wincing at the acrid taste and summarized the situation. Obviously, Valerie suffered from some persecution complex that she’d allow herself to be treated in such a dehumanizing, despicable manner. No self-pride, she couldn’t have. With her legs tied to the foot of the bedstead, the girl looked highly vulnerable to anything the man might do, and Carl.