I also know that she put pepper sauce on the inside of my briefs because I did it back to her. We just hated each other more the older we got.I rode h...r about her little girlfriends, they were all so stupid, and that my grades were better (well, usually but there were times when her's were better, then I held my tongue). Well, you get the picture, we'd scream and yell at each other then Mom would scream and yell at us and just go crazy.We were driving my mom crazy, she was in treatment for how. The dog keeps returning to a certain woman. Clearly they have a close bond. Another outgoing young lady who seems to be the life of the party, but in a more subtle way than the singer. A short girl, also early twenties. Pinkish skin, natural strawberry blonde hair swirling in perfectly-done spirals over her shoulders. Her pudgy cheeks never stop smiling beneath her adorable, almost hipster-like glasses. While soft-spoken, her giggles are contagious, and her heart-warming words seem to lift. Instead, I waited a minute, then began to slowlythrust in and out of her. At first, Cindy gave noresponse to what I was doing, then after a minute orso, she began to swivel her hips to match my thrustingand started to breath heavier. I reached one handaround her pelvis and began to rub at her clit. She immediately began to buck and thrust against me,then her whole body stiffened up and she ground hercunt back against me. At the same time I could feel herpussy muscles rhythmically grasping my. .. Mistress,” answered Simone. The look of terror in her eyes increased. “So you’re still an anal virgin, then?” “Yes, Mistress ... “ only a whisper. “I see. Well you will have to be stretched, slave, before you can accommodate Cassim’s cock up your backside.” Horror quivered over Simone’s features, her jaw sagged. “O-Oh ... no ...” she whispered. The cane lashed across the fronts of Simone’s thighs. “Are you daring to query my intentions, slave?” rasped Melissa. “Ahhhh ... oh n-no ... no,.