Margo looked at me in disgust.She asked me if I brought my pink thong as Sara had instructed.I turned a 'beet' red.'Yes,' I managed to whisper.'Good',...Margo said, and reached into my pocket and proceeded to stuffSara's thong into my mouth.Again, I had a pink thong in my mouth, under the control of young women,all in less than a week. Yikes!Margo then quickly picked up the pace of my hair removal.It was very painful, and I had tears flowing down my checks.Margo took part of the pink thong out of. She arches against you, letting out a whimper. "Ttthhhiiisss... this ... iissss...bad," she coos.You stop.She whines, pushing her pussy towards your face. "Don't stop!!!" But you said it was bad," you joke, only sliding a fingertip across her wet lips."I don't care," she whines, grinding herself on your hand. You reach up, undo her shirt, and unclasp her bra. She pretends to cover herself, but you kiss her stomach and gently remove her arms from hiding her breasts. Her pink nipples are hard,. “But compared with a real person doing things to you, things he wants to do, and you want him to do, there’s no comparison. That was intense. Maybe my body needed that, but I sure wasn’t expecting it.” She rolled over onto her back, assuring me again that while she was okay, for whatever reason, it was an extremely intense, painful, yet exceptionally pleasurable experience. I put my hand on her stomach and she, in turn, put her hands over my hands. “Are you in pain?” I inquired, still. What do you think of that?” the pastor’s wife asked me as I fucked Missy and Michelle in the ass in turns in front of her, even as Erin played with her own tush.“Do you trust them?” I wondered now.“Now I do. They’ve come to their senses. And they’re gay, so ... less of that kind of threat,” Annette pointed out.“True that,” I smiled as I pumped deeper and harder into Michelle’s bottom for her next turn.“You have great tits, you know, Mrs. Swain,” Erin told Annette while fondling her bosom.