”” I encouraged, slapping upwards over and over, “Give it up.” watching it bounce from the blows.She gasped and opened her mouth. “What?” ... asked, continuing my abuse, “Want to say keys?” and she shook her head ‘no’ again. “Give it to me then.” following it with slaps wherever it roamed.She relented and brought it back around, “Good girl” I praised, and grabbed the reddened melon. I dove after the nipple and sucked it in. After running my tongue over the bud, I nibbled on it with my teeth,. Then something remarkable happened and they both started to finger fuck each other. Jess sat back and watched for about ten seconds as they both drove their fingers in and out of their pussies. She probably could have just sat back and watched the show and let them pleasure each other because they both seemed to be enjoying it, but she wanted to help.She put her hands back and started rubbing all around both of their crotches. They were both soaked by now and they were both into fingering each. Why did my father make a whore out of me? I hope that bastard rots in Hell.Tears washed from her eyes as her good mood evaporated. I'll never have a decent man. No good man would want to stick his cock where all those assholes have already put theirs. The tears continued.The phone jarred her awake just as she began to drift off. Groggy, worried, she sat partway up to grab for the phone, knocking it out of its charging cradle. "Hello," she mumbled when she managed to turn the instrument on and. In it were supplies, equipment, and a big Harley. He pushed the Harley out, started it and bid us goodbye.After watching him guide it through the cut by which we originally entered, I led the ladies back into the hut. Mary distributed soft drinks and we sat on the rug in the center of the room.“Kittens, Uncle Bert suggested before I program anyone that I learn about the effects of programming from Mary and Andy. So, why don’t we have a discussion to help me before I program Lisa.”“What are you.