He said,-good…so that I can eat that as well!-Then he turned me downwards, and started squeezing and gently slapping my buttocks. A painful slap cou...d have made a woman feel like a bitch, and mentally it hurts more than it physically does.But his slaps were gentle. I loved it. It turned me on even more.-you like that, do not you?--yeah…imad…-Then he did the unthinkable. He pulled my buttocks apart and pressed his mouth into them and started eating my ass!I never knew my ass could be used that. Extra . You know what I mean?” “I, er, think so,” I said, nervously. “I’ve wanked off quite a few men in my time, Danny,” she said, moving her hand more quickly. “I’ve stroked a lot of cock. I’m pretty good at it, wouldn’t you say?” “Yes,” I breathed. “You are. Very good.” “Oh yes,” she whispered, bringing her face close to mine. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yes,” I murmured. My eyes closed as an orgasm began to build. “Oh,” she said, suddenly letting go and standing up. “I think I see the key,. " Stephanie murmurs to herself. She locks eyes with you. "Make me scream!"You pull back as gently as you can, the wiretight lips of her pussy drag against your shaft, when you find yourself almost entirely withdrawn you surge back inside."Ahhhh." Stephanie cries out. "Again."You work yourself back and forth again and again, twisting and changing direction, stretching her young hole. Satisfied, you bend her in half and start working her through a series of small clenching orgasms."I. Working for Le Rosbif had its risks, as Amanda full well knew. Any girl who worked for Le Rosbif had to sign, and have double-witnessed, a contract. The contract was extremely onerous, but three month's pay at Le Rosbif would fund a whole year's college tuition, and what had a girl as naturally beautiful as Amanda to fear of some silly contractual sub-clauses: indeed sub-clauses of sub-clauses which there must be cause to question the legality of in any case?So Amanda would have to show off her.