“What did you say that other girl called you? Her little bit of Candy?” Estley asks. The redhead nods. “Mmm, I like that. It’s dehumanizing an... degrading.”She painfully pulls the younger girl’s breast away from her body by the nipple. When it won’t stretch any further Estley lets go. Slapping the big tit as it falls back into place. “Now you’re my bit of Candy.” The Asian woman taunts as she does the same with the bound girl’s other breast. Estley slaps Cynthia’s tits a few times each. The. "Morning Darius," I said quietly.He walked up behind me and put his hands on the back of my chair. "Goodmorning," he replied.I could barely breath. Feeling him so close to me, I felt light headed again.My mind travelled to the night before. That kiss, the feel of him under me, hislong hard thick cock against my thigh through our pants. I almost moaned fromthe memory, getting wet all over again.He sat down next to me. "We need to talk about last night."I bit my lip, "What about it? Do you think. It was a rather small, littered room, with a single window of no great proportions. I endevoured to make conversation with Carla about her work, and she said something like, ‘I want to do ‘experiential’ work, but I haven’t been able to come to terms with it yet.’ Showing my ignorance I asked, ‘What is experiential work?’ ‘It’s a new school of painting that says all works of art arise out of the artists life experience, and all that does not come from the artists experience is garbage. It’s. And she started to rub her clit as I stroked my rod. We were both masturbating right there together. This was so cool, I could see her and hear everything and the same for her. And I got the point of no return in record time. And I know some of you may think this is weird, but when I came, I put my cock right at her bush and let loose. A massive amount of cum shot from my cock and umped right onto her bush and her clit. Mom just kept rubbing her clit smearing my load onto her clit. Then she.