”“Yes, yes, please, fuck me, Master,” Paris moaned, her voice muffled by Aurora’s sloppy snatch.My cheerleader sex slave was leaning back on h...r elbows, her legs spread wide. Aurora’s round breasts jiggled as her green eyes flashed at me. “Yes, please, you have to fuck her now, Master. She’s made up for being a bitch. Just like me and Petra did.”“Yes,” I groaned as my little sister and her girlfriend pressed my dick against Paris’s shaved flesh.“Master!” whimpered Paris’s, the two girls. Do you remember that day? Do you remember the cute little skirt you wore? The way you bent over was divine. Ever since then, I've been dreaming of putting it to you like this. I even thought about it on my wedding night. When I came in Sarah, I was thinking about cumming in your ass, Anne. I've been fucking your ass for years, but only this time it's real, and, shit, it's so good. And, to think, I can have this whenever I want. Isn't that right?"She squealed in anguish from the pain and from my. Jake dropped his hand and scooped up the hem of her skirt. Once again there was no resistance from her as his hand moved up between her thighs; pressed against her panty clad crotch before slipping inside the waistband. As his fingers touched her sex she moaned softly. She became frantic. She was all fingers and thumbs as she fumbled with the buckle of his belt. She didn’t care what he thought as she cast her dignity aside. Good girls didn’t behave like this. They didn’t make their sexual. "I felt a soft something cross from my nose to the end of where myeyebrows should have been. "OK, now I'm going to use eyeliner. It'slike a pencil so there may be some pressure." I could feel the point goacross my top lids and out toward my temples. Then the same on thelowers. "Perfect. What we girls go through for a performance eh?" All Icould do was sit there, head erect, eyes close and chuckle behind anervous grin. "Now hold real still, I'm going to give you long lashesand I don't want to.