Balance was not hers anymore; it belonged to theman's grip on her hair. At will he could pull her down, or leave her on herfeet. She spat blood from t...e busted lip, and her work shirt was now coveredin plasma, as well as food. Once at the top of the stairs he shoved her forward and Martina fell to herknees spitting more blood. He moved to her side and gave her a swift kick inthe ribs. ?Plenty of time to be on your knees later hon.? Now he had her by the waistband of her pants, and she tried. She was almost choking as his prick stiffened and grew back again to the size it had been before they had come.George loved her soft lips around his prick. He moved his hips back and forth, fucking her face as his tongue moved wetly up inside her.In a moment, they were moving together, face-fucking each otherfiercely."Ummmm, ummmm," Candy gurgled around her huge mouthful of cock."Sweet, sweet cunt," George whispered, through mouthfuls of pussy-juice.They worked together frantically. Her mouth. Clyde turned on his knees to face her, his head hung low. “And when was the last time my little slut touched himself?” She stroked the side of his face, her fingers affectionately gliding over his loosely hung hair and following down along his cheekbone and jawline. “24 days ago Mistress, when you last allowed me to on Saturday the third,” Clyde responded, his eyes on the floor. “Have you done anything you shouldn’t have?” “No, Mistress. I’ve been terribly preoccupied with dirty thoughts. ”“I feel embarrassed talking about this. A few days before I left my best friend, Margo, and I were at the movies. There was a love scene and I felt her hand on my knee and I froze and did not say anything. She moved her hand under my skirt and was touching my panties,” said Mary Lou.“Did you stop her? How did it make you feel?”“I never had another girl touch me like that and before I knew it her fingers were inside me down there. I was very wet and breathing hard. I was afraid we were going to.