They both turned to look as Presley stepped out, a small towel wrapped around her wet hair, and another one wrapped around her body, covering her from...the top of her breasts down to her upper thighs."That was so good." Presley said with content as she dried her wet hair off with the small towel. She looked over at her brothers and saw them starring at her. "What? disappointed with the view?" she asked giggling and moved a hand to between her breasts. "Oops." She said with an innocent voice as. Even unseen in a massage, one recognizes the massager’s body parts, hands, of course, but also when legs press your skin, or perhaps a breast that tickles as the giver leans over, elbows or forearms digging into muscle. Perhaps a masseuse even pressed her mons against your body as she stretched to reach your far shoulder. This new sensation was not that, not that at all. Clearly warm, soft, not muscular, pleasant, though. It must be her cock, but it is really soft, not like mine starting. Gunfire, the universal sound of bad shit happening. Her training kicked in, immediately,a nd she tried with all her might to push her lover back, trying to leap on top f him. She didn't know if the walls would protect them, but she knew she didn't want to get shot, and she didn't want her lover to be hurt, either. "DROP!" she yelled in her soft voice, the tone coming out shrill.[09:16:58] Raj (EroticArts Solo) so involved and so mesmerized with the raging heat and wild desires seeping. The only time she sat down was when Vincent Crawford told her to and then it seemed to cause her the most exquisite discomfort. Everyone tried to guess the reason. Later on all became clear as, at Vincent?s orders, Helen?s skirts became shorter and shorter till the tassels showed below the hem of her skirt. It was clear that for months the poor teacher had been walking around with the greased whip handle in her anus all day, every day. Initially Vincent used the smaller-handled whip for this.