I started "sexting" about 10 years ago (I've always been a horny slut) via the communication channels of msn. It was mediocre and boring, being sat in...front of the family computer asking each other "what are you wearing?" was not conducive to getting myself off properly. So, with a few successes via text message, I literally celebrated when whatsapp landed on our touch screens. I could type fast, wait in anticipation for my play things response and masturbate all at one time. Of course, photos. Okay, and there aren't any mountainsin SF either, just hills. High is high, no matter where you are. So sueme.Actually, that's what this is all about. Me being Sue. They decided togive us non-establishment names, so they picked two of the local Indiantribes. My sister was Cheyenne and I was Sioux. Maybe if they weren'tbuzzed all the time, they would have seen the problem. I mean, Navajo orApache or Comanche, would have been fine. I could have been Jo or Che, agood revolutionary name, but no, I. “Mmmm very nice,” said Keith.Both women sat with their legs spread showing off their underwear to the two men.“Hell you two are making me really hard,” Keith said.“Me too,” Andy chipped in.“Why don’t you get your willies out then and play with yourselves,” Mandy said.Mandy and Keith had obviously planned this and within seconds, Keith had pulled out his erect cock and was wanking it with his right hand.“Mmmmm that looks lovely,” Kath said with a giggle.Andy joined Keith and both men sat on the. Each of them would become my garden ornaments ready to entertain my guests and me whenever we felt the need. When I was bored with them they would be tortured to death.Sadie knew she had nowhere to run or escape to, she started to undress. When she was naked and trying to cover herself I pushed her into the deepest hole. I had made marks for her to place her feet which meant her pussy was nicely exposed. I started to pour the concrete. As the hole filled Sadie was crying, she had her hands.