"My hands slide down her legs to the hem of her skirt and roughly pulled it up to her hips. Removing my hand from her back I let her put her hands on ...he bonnet of the car for support. Reaching around I try to undo the top button of her jacket . My fumbling attempts frustrating her."I'll do it". Her hands over mine undo the top buttons, as my hands pull the garment open exposing her small perky breasts to the cool air. Her nipples hard against the palm of my hands as I grope them.Reaching. . fuck me I'm going to cum soon!" She shouted as her orgasm approached. Clark didn't need to be told again. He started to pull out until just the tip of his penis was inside her and then slam the entire length down. He continued to do this, working her pussy harder and harder each thrust. Ellen reached down and let her fingers play with her hard clit. After a minute of this hard fucking and playing with her button, Ellen could handle no more. "Oh Clark I'm cummmmmminnngg!" She said as she. This kind of high can't be found in booze or drugs, or in the biggest bottle of Viagra.Before the close of our session Pammy the scapegoat became Miss Pamela the head hero of this muff diving duo. She was now a dominant bitch with attitude and an Irish temper. She wasn't going to take any shit from anyone anymore, except from me of course. Butch Betty became baby Betsy, the family clown and Pamela's horny pussy slave. Along with a hopeless devotion and total obedience to me and her new. “ ‘M sorry sir, but I don’ believe you,” she whimpered. Balthus was taken aback, “Why is that?” “Cuz the last un’ hurt me, sir,” “The last one?” Balthus glanced over at Sir Corrin. “Not ‘im sir, but ‘e did ‘ave my brother thrown in stocks for lying,” the girl began sobbing, “and he’s going to beat me so bad when I get ‘ome.” she wailed, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Balthus snapped his fingers in front of her face startling her.