Please tell me that your name is tattooed on my pussy lips.”“It is, and you now belong to Hawley Battle – Mind, Body and Pussy. If you like, I�...ll leave it up to you, to let me take control of your soul. Welcome to Hawley Battle’s Pussy Brigade.”“I wish we could fuck right now, Hawley - I have never been fucked.”“Hold that thought, Jennifer. We’ll take care of that minor, physical defect - just as soon as we make arrangements to have all our clothes, furnishings and personal items moved out here. Walking in the usherette took great delight in shining the torch down each row where there were lots of a guys sitting on their own in various states of undress! It turns out the film was on a continuous loop with a couple of minutes between each loop.Once I had been shown my row, the usherette reached out and rubbed the front of my groin which increased my sense of arousal significantly!I sat down in the middle of the row not knowing what to do or expect - OK it sounds daft, but I was in my. Well, this shit is better than I thought. I definitely needed this. The sound of a very naughty blonde girl receiving a spanking brought me back to the movie. I started to rub my thighs together, and could already feel my pussy getting wet. I groaned and slowly started to grind my ass into the couch cushions as my hands lifted to run my fingers through my hair long brown hair. My hands then moved to my neck and trailed down my chest to then cup my breasts. I squeezed hard, and the feeling made. ‘Guess what I’m wearing for you today,’ she asked. ‘Maroon school knickers today. I know you rather like them so please have a good rummage around under there and see if you can find something to play with.’ Needless to say after a few moments running my hand over the outside of the knicks I managed to slip my hand up her knicker leg and onto and into her swollen (and hairless. I can’t remember if she had a shaved pussy when we had our first encounter!) pussy. As previously instructed I started.