“Yes, Mistress,” the gay guy said, his face clearly twisted with disgust. He was one of the football players. John, I think his name was. He alway... used to brag about all the puss he crushed.“Maybe you should have him fuck her ass,” I said, grinning at my little sister. “Bet he'd like that better.””I don't care what he likes,” Krystal said, her chin held high. “I just want to lick some yummy cum out of my slave's cunt.” She arched an eyebrow at me. “Someone else has been too busy.”I winked at. I kneel, never breaking her eye contact.Lexi drops her hands to each of her thighs. Keeping them stationary, she crawls her fingers over the material slowly raising her skirt inch by inch. She steps forward bringing my face eye level with her pantiless, bald seashell of a pussy. I move to lean forward but my progress is impeded by a palm to my forehead. Fingers curl tightly into my short locks and she snaps my head back.“Tongue out!” I comply, staring up at her. Lexi takes one more step and. " Then fondling and squeezing my balls in her hand, she leaned down and put my cock in her warm. wet mouth. Well, the sensations were unbelievable. My whole body literally jumped as her tongue touched my throbbing clitoris-like head. And immediately, I found myself in the land of no return when an even more powerful feeling exploded inside my cock, nearly driving me insane. It's hard to find words to describe it. Maybe this way --- an extremely strong, "burning" "cramp-like pain" that gave me. She commanded. Punish me, mistress. Again. Punish me, mistress. I had nearly moaned out my request, begging to be spanked, struck, touched in any way she deemed fit. Jennifer reached beneath me, gripping my cock and balls tightly in her hand. The edge of the ring against my shaft almost made me cry out, but I restrained. Are you sure?! She demanded. I sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to protest and told her I was sure. She released me but the moment was short lived, as she only did so to.