Of course I’d want to see both of them fuck Twyla silly. She has large B cup breasts on a 105lbs 5’4 frame, an hour glass figure and a head of bus...y unkept bleach blonde hair. She has french features and a fiesty attitude. It made for great sex. One night Max and I were chilling his room. He was rolling up a fat one for us to smoke but when he finished he turned to me and posed a question out of the blue. “You mind if I smoke this one and you smoke another one…” “What…” I said from his bed. Allow me to demonstrate its purpose. I have a feeling you might enjoy this, slut, but maybe not.”As she touched it to my skin, sparks flew out of the wand, sending me into yet another spasm, as she jerked harder. The pain, the fear, the arousal, all of it put me on edge. So when my moans became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the wand to my skin. “So,” she asked, “Does my little slut enjoy this? Being shocked and hurt as his mistress pleasures him?” I was unsure, but I felt I had to be. ” Karren had just now realized she had not known Kevin's wife's name until this moment. Nancy, Nancy, Nancy, hmm, Karren kept repeating it over and over, she loved that name. It brought visions of seductive beauty to her mind; she hoped Nancy lived up to her expectations. Kevin called for her again, "Nancy sweetheart where are you, come see our new friend.” Karren stood there nervously, her cock was erect and her thighs were sweating. She hoped the bulge in her crotch was not that noticeable. Isn’t that right, Tissues?”“Y ... Yes ... I’m ... I’m not stuffing any more. No more bras or tissues for me.” Anna said, squeezing her thighs together. “Everyone’s going to see my ... see that I have no titties.” She was sinking into her humiliation, clearly aroused by it.“How nice!” Linda responded. “Now get up!” she ordered me.Whack! ... Whack! ... Whack!She struck me repeatedly as I struggled to stand, my hands still cuffed to the column.“Please ... What are you doing? Aren’t you going to.