3Right-angle girl:Bellhop in light lavender cap;Elbow-length, matching glovesAnd trousers, skin tight, descendingInto high-heeled bootsIn the same lig...t lavender materialSomething like paint.The only other colors are her hair,Blonde, and the peach flesh of her belly,Hanging right breast and upper arm.She is sleek and curvaceous, but sheIs also a woman of right-angles,Head, supported by left handAnd positioned above right triceps,Forms a line that is at a right angleTo her right forearm, which. But the thing I really noticed was that her pussy lips were pink and puffy. I smiled. “Looks like someone had a bit of a workout recently,” I said.She just closed her eyes and moaned.“I take it that this is some of Reggie’s work?" I asked.She nodded and muttered, “yes.” “Good man,” I replied as I lowered my face to her pussy.I started a slow, soft licking of her clit (which was also swollen). It didn’t take long before she was cumming. She clutched at the sofa cushions and my head as she. They both had that aching sensation beginning and didn’t know for sure how long they could last. Both of them thought about Tracy and how they had denied her the ability to cum when she needed to. Now, they knew how she felt.The first two boys didn’t last too long and shot their loads down the temporary slut’s mouths. The next two stepped up and once again, their mouths were full of cock and their cunts had a mouth on them. It was getting harder all the time.Boy after boy stepped up for a blow. I was missing for too much and he got worried and went after me. He was angry because he had to stop fishing because I could keep my lust at bay. He called me a slut.He dragged me to a fallen tree and ordered me to lie down on it. I did as ordered and instantly felt the cold wetness of it on my naked tummy and tits. I knew begging wouldn't help so I kept my mouth shut while my father found a suitable branch he could use as a cane.Without any warning he landed the first stroke as I cried out. He.