”“Yes mi – ma’am.”Lady Margot continued to smoke in silence, occasional tapping the ash into a secluded ashtray.Remembering it was rude to s...are Jamaker gazed at the passing hedgerows and fields of ripe corn that were spiked with scarlet poppies and blue corn-flowers.She had read about the countryside and even seen the flat fields of Essex; from the train window on a family holiday to Southend but these rolling hills of Hampshire were so beautiful.Later they sped passed a field of cows grazing. That means that someone is going to be angry they aren'tgetting their piece of ass. Also, both groups think you are a girl, andwill probably beat the shit out of you if they find out otherwise. You'llbe lucky if all they do is shove a bat up your ass," she laughed. "Theywill be on two different fields though, so if you choose one way, it'll bethe regular plastic dick for you. If you choose the other field, therewill be several large, real black dicks waiting to tear you open. Goodluck."All of a. Her pussy was too special for that.Bronwyn Moore had long auburn hair which you only ever saw tied up in a pony tail. I used to have PT classes at the same time as her, and I would often see her swimming. She was tall and lithe, with a swimmers physique, and penetrating blue eyes. The girls at school wore one-piece speedos that showed every line, every curve, and every glorious nuance of the female form. As she wrapped her long legs around my waist in the swimming pool and pressed my swollen. I spread my legs apart to give you a full view of my wet pussy.I rub my clit back and forth as you watch.“I bet you’d love to lick me, wouldn’t you?”You nod again, but I don’t give in as quickly this time. You lie in near anguish as you’re forced to watch me touch myself, and I grin knowing how badly you want to do it for me. I play with my breasts as I insert a finger into myself, smirking at you.Finally, when I know you can’t bear being ignored anymore, I bring my hands to you. I rub your.