I stroked her clit harder and faster as I grasped one of her softyoung breasts, squeezing it. She moaned and squirmed, rolling her head back to look ...p at me. I liked that."Just as your body is mine, your orgasms are mine too. You must learnwhen you are about to cum and ask permission. If I say no, you will learn to hold it back. If I say yes, you will cum on command. Understand?" oh god...Mister.." she groaned and I slapped her breast hard."ow!" she yelped."What did you call me slave?" I. This is going to be difficult." The two of them trod past the lodge. "Hairy must still be up, there's a fire in his lodge, I wonder how he spent the rest of Saturday?" There's a fire in his lodge all night every night," commented Barb. "He says it keeps the bugs away and the dew off his clothes. He probably spent the night like he does every night. With Rosie Palmer and her five daughters!" They giggled, their voices faded as they walked on down the path to John and Simone's tent.John had. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-37. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, After a surprisingly short walk, we exited the park and reached my new friends apartment. On the way there, I had made sure to. As it spurted out of her fanny onto the short curling hairs of her vagina, Tracey reflected on the inconvenience of having hair so short that it marked her out from the other girls. It wasn't that short now, and her mousey-brown natural colour was beginning to overcome the bleach which made her hair look so unnaturally pale. She hoped it would grow long soon, and fast. She'd rather do without a bonus than attract the attention of every man who had a thing for short hair. Back home, that.