She looked at my floppy cock. She snarled, "It wasn't like that this afternoon, was it? Make it grow for me!". But I couldn't; I was 13, and didn't...understand that this was a sex game. I thought I was really being punished, and so not at all excited. "I... I can't!" I waivered, close to tears. Realising her approach was too stern, Andi immediately softened again. "Please, I want to see it big, so I'll help you, but you HAVE to stay where you are standing; ok? No coming closer." More. His hands stroke my ass, tears wetting my blindfold as the cramping is getting painful. I hear him tell me to “let go” and crying with humiliation I do and the water pours from my ass, luckily for me I had cleaned myself out before I had left the house, so all that comes from my ass is the water he had put into me. He pats my ass and says “Good girl, I see someone already made herself clean”. He stands behind me and I feel something cold and slightly wet pushing at my ass. Slowly my ass is. Her gait suggested a soreness in her loins, and she held her jaw as if she had overworked it. Her azure linen gown was in disarray so that one of her bright pink nipples was drinking in the sunlight, and she didn’t even bother to adjust it.Imi felt disgust in her stomach. Disgust not for the girl, but for the fact that she had shared delights that only she ought to have with her angel. She still wanted the Farishta for herself, but she wondered if she could reform him. If the mother of the Gods. We continued passing the joint until I could barely feel my legs, the 2 men had moved much closer to me, the Rastafarian began to slowly run his hands up and down my side while the cabbie rubbed my ass through the dress. I am not sure if it was the weed or the fantasy in my mind I moaned out loud. Both men then began to feel me up in earnest, groping my ass and breasts, the cabbie pulled up my dress reaching around to rub my very wet pussy through my panties. I could not control myself as I.