She swirled it inside of her pussy, twisting it around in her juicy sheath. She whimpered and moaned. Her breasts swayed as she squirmed on the bench....She whimpered and moaned, her twat dripping with cream. “See,” she moaned. “This is all I have here. I have to use this naughty, little toy on my cunt. That's not fair, is it?”“Not fair at all,” I said. “So why are you bothering to go to an all-girls' college?”“My parents want to keep me away from the boys,” she moaned. “They know I'm cock-crazy.. Her finger re-emerged and she gently sucked on it. Claire seemed to be happily surprised. He groaned again, louder, as she did it again and again. He’d died and gone to heaven. He was watching this sweet little teen fingering her virgin hole... All of a sudden she disappeared. Dave panicked. Was that it? Where had she gone? He silently begged for act 2. Soon she was back with a stool and what looked like a hair brush. He was intrigued. Claire gently placed the stool in front of the mirror. Then. It was most enjoyable but I thought you should know Swee, because if you fucking is more brutal that it needs to be you have her to blame, mind you as the last to be done she is the one most likely to suffer for this unscheduled excursion. Now Swee, are you afraid after witnessing the treatment I meted out to Sarah?” he asked as he knelt on the bed between Swee’s open legs.“A little nervous, lord, but still very keen to be of service, to be mastered by you.” she responded meekly “but I have no. "Can't really put my finger to it – just something beautiful."She sipped her Coke; her eyes stared into mine. "Something beautiful you say," her hand then came up and rested on my thigh. "Can you describe it to me – what beautiful thing it was that you were busy thinking about?"My hand fell on top of hers; her fingers played with each other. "I wish I could, but can't remember it anymore." Perhaps you need a little something to help you remember then." Yes, perhaps I do."I didn't need any.