Stacey was surprised that it didn’t really hurt. Her hymen was broken while she was doing splits the previous summer at Cheerleader camp, so she kne... she wouldn’t have that barrier to deal with when the time came for her to accept a live prick into her vagina. Still, aside from a weird stretching sensation, she only felt an indescribably delicious sense of accomplishment. Here was the penis that created her, pressing inside her like it belonged there all along.Her father was also lost in the. I purred, “And that’s why you deserve your reward for letting them have their special time.”Josephine gave a wicked giggle. “And does that reward include having a naughty lamia lick my ass clean of her Master’s cum.”“Yes!”I buried my face between the cheeks of her ass, my little pussy on fire. I ignored it, trained by years of slavery in Zizthithana’s court in the city of Kozzithni to deny my own pleasures. I concentrated on rewarding Josephine, my tongue lapping up Master’s jizz staining her. Muscles were hard and taut from swinging the big axe I kept for this work. You looked and made not a sound but slowly without thinking your hand went to the front of your jeans and felt the fire there-you gasped as you didnt realise how hot you were already .You loosened the top of your jeans and eased your hand into the top of your panties,they were the blackones you had shared in your pics earlier-a treat for me later when yuou were tying me to the bed you thought but now your thoughts were. Except by Doris and everyone else. She chose a mid-thigh skirt and a loose, button-front blouse.When they had all arrived at the agreed-on Indian restaurant off Old Brompton Road, Doris wore a short, tight dress with a deeply scooped neckline. There was no doubt that her figure was astonishing, even on the scale of a very tiny woman, not much over 150 cm."Rummy says you really scored in Geneva," Doris said, once drinks had been ordered.Helen grinned, "Boy, I'll say. We spent yesterday afternoon.