"Get yourself cleaned up," he told me, "I have an idea. I'll be over inten minutes."I washed my face and did my makeup again, and when I heard the doo...bell,I went down to answer the door. Dad beat me to it. Opening the door andseeing Bruce, he turned to look at me, then without a word, he spunaround and left. Bruce told me to get my purse, then he took my hand andwalked me to his car."If your old man is making you go to school like this, then all we haveto do is let everyone know that! Don't. Just as your face is about to meet mine at last we are frustrated by the slightest miscalculation of distance. Your beautiful body is curving away from me. Your head passes me and butts against the kitchen door. The tight walls hold both of us firmly in place and all I can do is watch is disappointment as you are carried back by the rippling walls, past the grandfather clock where I stand, across the rumpled, sodden carpet to the opposite end of the hall again. You are not to be defeated so. I pushed. She moaned. With the curtains closed the light was so dim I really couldn’t see what was happening. I kept up a steady pressure like she told me to and her ass did appear to be getting closer. The strap for the cock held it to me so tightly that it was like I had my own penis. The end of the cock pressed up against my pussy and so whatever I did to she was returned to me. Only my whole ass wasn’t being ripped apart the way hers was being abused. “keep pushing. Don’t stop!” Bethany. She didn’t get to make her orgasm though. She was extremely jealous and it hit her soul like a freight train, and as that ritual happened 4 times a day, once in the morning, once at mid-day, once before dinner and once before bed.Abby had to watch 4 times a day for 7 days her hated mistress cum again and again and again then lick her clean. By the time she had finished cleaning Brianna on the 7th day before bed, she was a broken mess. After that, Brianna resumed getting Abby to lick her to.