I hold you firmly against my body with your mouth full of my throbbing member! You struggle to breath as I let go & pound your mouth violently! You li...e sucking cock & swallowing cum! You answer sir yes sir! I snap my finger & wait for you to bend over & grab your ankles! Your pussy is dripping & shaved smooth which is the way I like it! Good job slut & you need to be rewarded. I walk over to the table & grab the magic wand! Spread your legs whore! I play with that hot clit & slide a couple of. I mean I felt my rim circle nearly ache under the pressure of its filling, yet the stiffness now moving in and out of me, wow it was big, I could feel the heaviness. I could feel the demands it was making on my rear tunnel. I could hear the bastard’s anal cock straining groans, as he worked his pecker in an ungiving, yet giving space. I felt strangely like my butt was on the point of bursting, yet capable of taking his horse cock bulk deeper, into my bowels. And the bugger pushed his cock there. But, oh my goodness! She watched Emma’s mum push herself up from the car and make her way towards her, swinging her hips. Emma was envied at school for her sultry Mediterranean good looks, sparkling dark eyes and shining brunette hair, and a figure everyone would die for. It was evident that she had inherited much of this from her mother. Silvia Smith flicked back her dark hair, and paced towards Lottie. She was dressed in black riding boots, tan jodhpurs and a white silk blouse, looking. ‘Sit Pretty,’ would be the command. Shinkers would sit up and beg and while he would be sitting up point your finger at him as if it were a pistol. ‘Bang, play dead,’ And Shinkers would fall over to his side and play dead, it was the cutest thing. The trips to Marshall became routine, arriving on Friday nights and leaving on Sunday to return to Houston. One Sunday while loading the truck to return, I had Numchucks in the back of the truck already to go. I hoped in the car with Sandra to go.