She parted her lips slightly but I resisted the urge to stick my tongue through concentrating on her lips instead. I began to alternate between massag...ng above her chin and kissing her. After a few moments I gently place a hand on her right breast. I massaged her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. She was perfectly docile now so I went to work on her chest. I love breasts and spend a great deal of time with my wife’s. I took my time with Marcie’s using both my hands and mouth. So courageously, I went close to her. I had always fantasized about her in my dreams, I wanted to rub my hard cock into her ass. I fantasized sex with her many times. Luckily, I got a great chance. A girl happened to pass at my back at the exact time, so in order to give her place (The place was very congested, This function was being held in a tent and the tent was small for all the guests), I had to move forward and accidentally ;) touched neemo. To my amazement, she smiled back. I didn’t. Some whip marks up her delicate inner thighs too, from her pussy whipping.Her fully pussy lips gaped open, pushed back by her stance over the bench. A nest of dark curls, and the pussy lips poking backwards beyond the line of her buttocks.A couple of stitches are visible where her lips were sewn up.In the sidelines Mr Jenkins was practising with a new cane. A wicked instrument, long and whippy.I normally favour a stouter cane on the larger bottom. This thin cane would be sure to sting like. The customers have been ruder than normal. I clock out for a break and I certainly need it. Kacey doesn't have anyone in her line and comes to find me in the breakroom."Erin, can you come out here for a minute or two?", she beckons."Sure." We walk down a hall back to the main floor. We stand behind her register. "Now, what is it, Kacey?" Do you promise not to make fun of me?", Kacey asks."Kacey, I would never make fun of you about anything", I reply. "I sense that, whatever this is, it is.