Everyone's going to be able to hear you coming from miles away, listento it rustle, Odette. Lovely isn't it, but let's get it on you dear!"I stepped i...to the petticoat and almost swooned with pleasure. The nettickled in between my thighs and I my cock rose in my silk prison.Lisa tied the ribbons around my waist, petticoating me, before taking myhand and rubbing it all over my body so I could feel every little pieceof my silk and lace outfit.I knew the moment had arrived when Lisa swung open the. " Oh." I thought for a minute. "By the way, what should I call him?" What do you mean? What do you usually call him?" 'Sir' or 'Mr. Scott'." What?" Remember, I've only seen him twice: when you took me to meet him at the mine and when he came to the wedding. I'm not even sure I remember what his first name is." Robert. Robert Gordon Scott. In 1953 most Australian boys were named something like that. Because of Menzies. He's called 'Rob' — not 'Bob'." Is he a Liberal, too?" No, Labour. He thinks. A perfect picture. I grabbed my camera. Click, click, click with Lisa posing for the shoot.With her long nails she was scratching at the cum “scabs” on her inner thighs, neatly putting the “souvenirs” on the side table.“I wonder whose cum this is?” she mused in a semi memory trance.“There’s some around your mouth and on your cheek” I told her. She put her tongue out and tried to lick the mementos of the afternoon’s gangbang off her cheek. This was not working so she asked me to scrape the cum. She pushed a little harder, I felt my little virgin hole starting to give way."I need to you to be clear, to tell me exactly what you want" Oh God please fuck me, I need you to fuck me so badly, I need you to make me me your slut. Please! Fuck me Please!" She smiled, pushed herself up and entered my asshole."Oh God fuck me!" I screamed. It felt so good. It hurt, but I only wanted more.As my ass open adjusting to the cock in my virgin ass "Take it you little slut!" "Yes! Harder, harder!" She.