I soon had a couple of guys come up and offer to buy me a drink which I declined as I said I was waiting for a friend, they insisted that I have a dri...k with them while I waited. While chatting, master kept turning the vibe on and off knowing it would be making me wet? I then got a text and it was from master asking how wet I was and which one of the 2 guys I would want to fuck with if it had to be one of them. I replied that I was wet and it would be the shorter guy. After 5 minutes, master. Maureen doesn't "do" makeup, but her skin is smooth enough and her lips pink enough to get by without.Next comes Olivia, a couple of weeks younger than Maureen. Her black frizzy hair falls just past her shoulders and nicely offsets her light chocolate skin. She's also an athlete; everyone else in school has been watching her shapely ass in the quarter-mile run for the last two years. She likes to race boys and the boys like to race with her, even though none of them has a hope of catching her.. ....I cannot help myself as the desire and wanting quickly becomes over powering, I start to beg with renewed interest for relief! Please OMFG! Pleeeeeeeeeeeze stick something up me, whip me, whip my pussy, my clit, anything help me! My pubic mound still swollen red is itching burning wanting and my cunt and clit is on fire, as I helplessly and shamelessly beg and plead for some sort of sexual abuse to re leave this incredible insatiable wanting! Now barely able to stand . I hop and prance. . aaahhh... oohh... that’s good... so good...” Quentin felt Melissa wriggling under him. As he had done often enough before. But this time it was different. Quite different. Even if the sensation was so similar. Because now Melissa was wriggling ‘voluntarily’! She was a free woman. She didn’t have to do anything anymore. Oh yes... that made all the difference! The knowledge brought Quentin to a climax with sudden rapidity. It was so sudden that Melissa only part-way caught up with him. But.