." Becky groaned, her face covered with the slime from her mother's ass. She was so excited, she cursed for the very first time. "Fuck me, Markie... F...ck my rear-end hard!" The men gathered round, encouraging the boy to ream his sister harder, laughing as he slammed his dick up into her. With every stroke the little girl moved closer to her very first orgasm. Uhhhhgod Markie..." she groaned, "Don't stop... I... I... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The little 85 pound youngster thrashed and squirmed. She would learn, soon enough, that she was making a big mistake.Moving a little faster than she was, the guy was soon in front of her, waiting for her to pass where he was hiding.He watched her approach as if she was on a Sunday stroll, smiling to herself. This was going to be easy.As she walked past, he uncurled the whip from around his waist, and waited. Just as she passed him. The whip flew out, wrapping itself around one ankle, and bringing as scream to her lips.With a crash, she hit the. Besides, she felt in moments like this that she experienced everything really important about the early morning sunshine. She rolled over and felt for her boyfriend, Mark. Her hands found him, lightly touching the center of his chest, as he slept on his back. She pulled her hands away, not wanting to disturb him. Well. Not much, she thought. She moved her hands back to his chest. She tried to be as light as possible, but she needed to feel his muscular chest. Even as he slept, she could feel. After they'd rested, Daphne asked, "Who wants to do what to whom?" and they were soon sucking and fucking again, activities that they repeated throughout the evening and promised to repeat on a regular and continuous basis, as often as possible.---A month later Derek was in his office at Femme Fatale, eyeing the monitor by which he maintained secret surveillance of the women's dressing room. He watched one fabulously beautiful transsexual after another undress; trying on an evening gown,.