She was moaning and enjoying now, as the guy fucked her in her ass and he licked her pussy she was on seventh heaven, i guess she was leaking a lot of...juice from her pussy as bozzo was lapping on to it. Soon he had his nose inserted into her pussy and she was moaning like hell and saying ya i am a bitch a horny crazy bitch fuck me fuck me now.So bozo was having his lunch of my wife's choot and he was enjoying it, he kept on licking, probing, sucking her choot for next 15-20 min Bozo use to stop. Jason continued to cup and caress her cunt beneath her skirt as his other hand sought the waistband. When he began to fumble with it, D quickly reached down with her free hand and pushed the skirt down over her hips, letting the flowing fabric fall into a puddle around her bare feet.At last I had a clear view of Jason's hand pleasing my wife's hot pussy, her closely cropped pubic hair glistening with the dampness of her adulterous arousal. My cock started throbbing so hard I finally had to free. Let's see I said. What punishment did you get, you poor girl.She turned round to see me, the sobbing lessened.I inspected her legs and bottom closely, kneeling down to see her stripes. All the time praising her for being a good girl, a brave girl.This helped Sally stop sobbing and is a part of our method of building the character of girls.I traced some of the strokes the Mead had placed on the backs of her thighs. The moved up to comment on the cuts to her sit spot.Little did Sally know that. Sarah was unlucky, she would have to remain as she was, an ordinary but pretty girl, a reasonable figure but with a future that looked bleak. The longer the week went on the more that I seemed to be indoctrinated by the thoughts and actions of Sarah. My own thoughts were pushed deeper and deeper behind those of the female that controlled my movements, the female whose mouth spoke, whose eyes turned in a direction and I looked. In some ways it seemed that I was being educated, learning the ways.