The woman yelped and tried to move away but the mistress was too strong and held her head in place."You know you love it, you pathetic bitch!" She lau...hed as her victim struggled to get away. She finally let go, and the woman's head jolted backwards as she fell back onto the floor."Please stop..." The woman whimpered, with tears rolling down from her blindfold."Did a mouse just squeek? Oh wait it was you." The mistress quipped, "Don't talk, dogs like you can't talk." "P-please..." The woman. The last time it was quite and they didn't hear. I'd kept it to myself. This time, I couldn't. It was loud, I moaned as I thought about the next gang bang at our house. I hoped I could watch my sister getting fucked so royally.The two stopped and watched me cum. I should have felt bad, but in reality I felt good that I had corrupted my sister but at least now I had someone to talk to this secret about.My sister asked to borrow some clothes from me. I let her and left to go find them. I looked. “Are you two fucking?”Patrick and Michelle just smile as Michelle slides her hand along his thigh under his swim trunks.“Oh no…NO” Carol says, “Wait a minute, that morning in the office…Bobby you remember a couple months ago, that day when I told you something smelled on my desk baby, did you two fuck on my desk? You didn’t, did you? Tell me you weren’t fucking on my desk,” Carol drawls out the word “desk.”“I’m sorry Carol, I, we, we had to leave, it was late and we didn’t have time to clean it. Every moan of her was filling me with motivation.She was now lying on the bed naked on the top, legs hanging from the bed and wearing her jeans. I unbuttoned her jeans while my hand ran slow between her bosom. My hand went inside to embrace the opening between her thighs. It was wet. I ran my fingers through the opening without entering it.I pulled down her jeans. A sense of pleasant smell filled my nose that made me an addict. I put my left thumb on her clit to stroke it. Two of my fingers of.