Karen in particular seemed satisfied to obey. With Bernie gone from the room, Taggart got off the bed and hopped back on, this time at the business e...d of Karen. ‘Get with it,’ he ordered Karen, slapping her thigh lightly to yank her back from the brink of ecstatic unconsciousness. With her body on its side, Taggart lifted one of Karen’s legs by the ankle. He straddled the other leg beneath him and rested the one he’d lifted against his chest, opening her pussy hole wide. Ben could see that. I kept alternating my target areas using more and more pressure. I could tell he was close to orgasm again for the umpteenth time that day.“Go fetch me a drink!”“Yes Miss,” It had been ages since I had heard his voice instead of his pathetic moans.He returned with a glass of wine and the bottle in an ice bucket. Placing them down by my side as he assumed the position once more. For a while I teased him further as I sipped on the wine until I noticed he was oozing pre-cum once more. A few well. My older brother, Marvin (or as some know him, The Mesmerizing Marvo) taught me. On my first day, I had a class of nine-year-olds--and no, this isn't going to be one of THOSE stories. What no one had warned me about was the abject weirdness of Japanese schoolchildren. As they filed into the classroom, my ass was grabbed not less than four times by small but anonymous hands. I wondered what I had let myself in for. Nevertheless, as my brother always said, the show must go on. I was making the. The room smelled of it, mixed with the aroma of fragrant oil, fresh leather, scented candles, polished wood, and his musk. Padded steps of bare feet approached from behind. He leaned against her, and she hissed a breath at the burn of his sweat against the welts on her back and buttocks. ¡Qué rico! she thought as another delicious spasm swept through her. The silence lasted bare seconds before Rick James’s Disco “Super Freak” pounded from overhead. “She’s a very kinky girl The kind you don’t.