I was responding just as he hoped, or knew, I would.I found myself squatting deeper and opening my legs wider, all the while begging him to stop, “O..., baby, please, don’t do this.,,,”. But I did not try to actually stop him. As much as I knew I should, I could not bring myself to attempt to push away or remove his hand. I do not know if it was the pleasure of his touch, or my need to submit to his instruction that kept me from attempting to stop this assault on my pussy; probably both. I just. So, when she was on her knees, she tried to assume the position that Mistress had demanded before: she crossed her arms behind her back and cast her eyes to the floor. The business skirt that she was wearing, though, made it impossible for her to spread her legs, so she just knelt with them together.This apparently was unacceptable to Mistress, who quickly commanded, "Spread your legs." I can't, Mistress, my skirt's in the way."Mistress reached onto Penny's desk and picked up a pair of. He motioned to activate the door handle lever to lower the rapidly fogging window and get some much needed fresh air circulation. The pungent smell of female arousal and steamy sweat laced concoction wafting from the front seat, though not unpleasant, was becoming quite overpowering. "If you would please pull over, I'll take my leave"."Mmmmmm…", an arousal drenched voice cooed from the front seat accompanied by wet sloshing between exposed red-puffy pussy lips on vinyl seat below. "Aye, Sir…!",. She didn't know what it would feel like if the boy would have cum inside her, but she knew she would be able to tell. How wrong could a girl be.They took a few pictures of the cum dripping out of her pussy and onto the diving board. Then they used a towel and cleaned her up. They guided her into the bedroom again and slowly started to get her dressed for her next outing. They dressed Michelle in the black slinky outfit that she had to wear from them last time she was there. The outfit had the.