Smack! His hand tapped me and the soaking wet lips of my sex made a loud slapping sound despite the gentleness of the spanking. "You are a bad girl. Y...ur cunt is wet. You are a very bad girl." He stroked me, expertly teasing my swollen clit, yet knowing when to go lower, preventing the orgasm. He spanked my cunt and slid up and down on it, reminding me of my shame. I knew I shouldn't moan. If I was pleasured it would surely be proof that I was bad. But I could not withhold."Ohh." His fingers. This time you don’t hesitate moving your head forward you take the tip in your mouth circling it with your tongue before slipping it under his foreskin, feeling him shudder with pleasure you redouble your efforts to take more of him into your mouth as he moves back to your pussy again burying his face into your aching lips and pulsing mound. Gasping again you start to work his cock moving your head back and forth then reaching up you cup his balls and squeeze gently feeling him respond, his. There were a few people in there. I could not help but notice a young attractive redhead with big tits and green eyes. She kept staring at me. Finally she walked over to where I was standing leaned in to me and gave me a long, wet, hungry kiss. I was so stunned it took me a few seconds to register what was happening. It took a few seconds more to decide what I should do about it. Another 5 seconds were lost because she stuck her tongue deep in my mouth, rubbed herself against my crotch, and. Now don't say such horrid things, its only right your babysitter changesyou, a toddler cant be expected to do such things for herself. I am sureAunty Janice wasn't laughing at you; she is there to help. No, there wasnothing in your bedtime bottle of milk to make you have accidents, howcould that be, your just being silly. Dr. Susie has told you it isprobably stress with your worrying about your little thingy all the timeand its lack of performance. Now how could you milk taste different,Janice.