Besides, both men were asleep, so she figured she could climb down carefully without disturbing them.Pushing the covers aside, she grasped the edge of...the ladder and began to clamber down, searching cautiously for the rungs with her toes, hoping that she didn't crash to the floor in a heap."Can't you sleep either?" asked a disembodied voice in the darkness.She froze. Shit, he was meant to be asleep. "I'm thirsty," she whispered."Me too, get me a glass of water?"Louise felt like telling him to. “You will have to be more discreet at Wal-Mart or the mall. I’d suggest pouring hot sauce on their pussy in private and then watching them dance around a little in the store,” he told him.We spent the rest of the day frequently being punished by being buried in the sand and having our feet tickled. Tickling was one of the punishments Jessie had come up with. I’d never thought of tickling as such torture before because no one had ever done it to me for more than a second without serious. You tell me when I may masturbate and when I may cum. I am your possession. My heart beats fast when you call me, and I crawl from my basket on all fours to the side of your bed. You are high enough that I cannot see you except for one knee over the edge of the mattress and your gloriously long dark curls strewn over your pillow. I lap at your fingers wet with your pussy juice as you present them over the edge of the bed and hear you giggle with pleasure at the touch of my tongue. “I have a. Shelly's pussy was still tight but it had lost the extremeness it possessed. He had fingered her pussy twice – but each time had used only the tip to the first knuckle.Shelly gasped in pleasure as her tiny opening expanded to accommodate the intruder. There was not a moment's discomfort. She had worried about that. She shifted her hips slightly and more of Adam's finger entered her. Suddenly realization hit her – she would be able to make love to him. She had worried that even the removal of.