Mila stood up at this point and said “you are doing very well, I don’t want you to cum just yet” she removed her thong and her dress and turned ...round, his eyes now looking up her body, whilst he submerged into her hot wet pussy. She rubbed herself alover his face, his face smeared in her juices. He was desperate to please her, using his tongue and nose against the steady thrusts of her pelvis against his whole face. Mila continued until her pussy was ready to explode. Using a mans face for her. "Now girl, stretch his skin like I showed you and then slide that blade right down his face. Don't take off his ear. Hold it gently; not too tight." She chuckled, a deep rumble, and Billy smiled at her. His beard was dark and heavy, like the curly hair on his head and, like many black Irishmen, his eyes were blue.Anne, tongue tip showing, eyes squinted in concentration, her heart pounding, did as she was told, in two-inch increments, holding her breath at times, her thumb stretching his skin.. She was highly amused at the state of me, and told me to get inbeside her. She then cruelly put her arms round me and started stroking my redraw body, laughing at my cries of pain. She kept this up for ten minutes, beforeturning over to sleep. I lay awake for hours, unable to get comfortable. Over the next few months, things continued in much the same way. Fortunately,most of the women wanted sex, so I only had to deal with an average of two womena day wanting toilet service. This was just as. Tracey told them about how unhappy she had been in her marriage and that she and I had only recently started having fun as ‘lesbians,’ together, but that she had known I was a ‘tart,’ for years and we had often fucked in the same room or with the same guys or guys. I laughed back telling the guys if they thought I was a tart, then they hadn’t seen anything yet as Tracey was even dirtier.The chat continued for a little while and began to get a bit riskier and more sex orientated. By now Tracey.