I place one hand on one thigh and the other hand on the other thigh. Debbie’s breathing increases as I guide you to push her legs apart. As you do s... I notice that your eyes are fixed on her bush. You stare at her pussy as your tongue lightly runs across your lips. You aren’t even aware of your actions as you look, mesmerized by what you see. I see it in your eyes though. That knowledge of what you can do there. The ability to create in her a passionate feeling that is all consuming. I see. What Peter had done to her was more than enough. She just wanted Dave inside her making love to herIt didn't take long before he too was exploding inside her wonderfully welcoming vagina, but not before she had cried out as she experienced her orgasm. It had been yet another wonderful sexual experience for them all.Over breakfast, Dave gave Peter a birthday present he had bought in Perth. It was a compact digital camera, which Peter just loved and thanked him profusely."If you are really happy. Would you care for coffee, tea or a cold drink?” “I don’t drink coffee, “ said Becky looking at a green silk scarf, “however a coke would be nice.” She thought maybe it would settle her stomach. Tony had mentioned something about returning for lunch. Lunch would be good, but he promised that they would have some time together in bed. ‘Stop … wait … don’t start thinking about his penis or you won’t get anything done,’ she told herself. What is it about a man anyway? They are not really that. Yes, you little teacher slut, you will make a good pet for meeee, Janet smiled, slightly surprised by the term Mistress being used, although it expedited the conversation that was to follow once this white pet training was done. Being called a slut always turned Jasmine on because she craved to be one. Craved to eat teenage pussy, craved to suck black cock, craved to be gangbanged, craved to be ass fucked and craved to be used as a complete submissive slave for the pleasure of a Mistress. Cunt.