.” He whispered.His hand returned to under my skirt. He ripped off my tiny thong and tossed it aside. Then, unceremoniously, he shoved two fingers i...to my wet pussy. I yelped but quieted down when he looked at me. “You’ve got a little tight cunt for a whore” He said, shoving his fingers even deeper. I could feel my pussy dripping with excitement as he pumped me…Suddenly he changed his position and his cock was right in front of my face. He was holding my arms down on either side of my body.. ” Mr. Johnson stammered. “Would you like to come in and visit?” He seemed flushed in the face and a little distracted. I felt like I was intruding. “Um, no, it is OK Mr. Johnson, I don’t want to disturb you. I think I will come and visit some other time...” “Don’t be silly, you are not disturbing me." Mr. Johnson said. "Did you hear something Toni? Is that why you think you are interrupting me?” Mr. Johnson asked kindly. I didn’t know what to say. All I could do was stare at him. How could I. Michelle is working on my front, while Naomi is carefully taking care of my back. Michelle takes her brush and begins right above my nipples, tickling me, but I stand very still. She has a job to do. Meanwhile, Naomi meets the line Michelle has drawn, and continues to paint my back. Each girl is moving her brush down lower now, Michelle covering my stomach, and Naomi the small of my back. Michelle dips her brush into the latex once again and begins to paint over my bald pussy, completely. She breathed deeply of the pine- scented air then started up the steps.The door was jerked upon abruptly and she was ushered inside as though she were a queen. She looked in wide-eyed astonishment at the beauty of the place. It certainly didn't seem to her to be a camp for soldiers in any sense of the word. She loved the feel of the almost forgotten softness of rugs under her feet, the elaborate furnishings of the long corridor and even the carving of the door leading into the main salon. She.