Cindy stared at Mr. Wilson’s cock, wondering what it would feel like plowing in and out of her tight pussy.Feeling naughty, Stacy turned and looked ...p at Mr. Wilson. She slowly held up a single finger, wrapped her mouth around it, moved her head up and down on it, sucking it slowly and gently, before moving aside to show him Cindy’s soaking wet cunt. She spread Cindy’s lips apart so he could get a good view of her friend’s wet, pink, fuzzy pussy. She then smiled and reached over to grab the. When he got there, she was waiting for him in her van. He got in her car, and he told me she was wearing this super-short white skirt (my favorite), a red tank top, and red high heels. He soon discovered this was all she had on. He kissed her and suggested they transfer to the bench seat behind the bucket seats in front. She agreed, and he got out and went around and opened her door for her. When she slid out of the seat and put her feet on the ground, he could clearly see my wife's pussy. She. She would do better, she promised. It was just like being at home with her father before he punished her. She felt an overwhelming sense of dread toward what awaited her, but at the same time she was aroused. She felt herself become aware of the slightest sensations. Her feet pressed flat on the grain of the wooden floor; her sweat dripping from every pore; the coy look on Miss Sanders' face. It was quite exhilarating. Miss Sanders grabbed her by the arm and broke the. "Master laughed, "Oh come on we both know you did this deliberately." "You aren't sorry for your transgression." With only six of the best, you won't truly be sorry afterward, eithermy pain slut?" You will just be proud to wear my welts!" Isn't that true slave?" Yes Sir, Yes my Master you do know me well." Then prepare yourself!" There will not be any warm up, not now." "Just unclench those cheeks and lay still."It was hard not to clench. Yet as Master had taught her, clenching onlymade it.