Posh slut whimpered when she saw the purple feeldoe sprouting from my cunt - she was already so wet, it just slid straight in past the jangling cuntal...lip rings to rub herself against the leather and open zip, trying to get herself off.“The arse - put that thing up my arse” posh slut demanded, completely forgetting protocol.“Absolutely not - you filthy slut - you’ve got to wait until I want it and right now your son’s arse is looking particularly attractive - why don’t you lick it for me”posh. We got to the camp, got out of the car, she stretched, pushing her ample bossum out for maximum viewing pleasure. That skirt hugged her hips snugly. She unlocked the door, stepped in, I closed it behind me, and turned to find she hadn't moved but turned to face me. Our eyes met, her lips parted. Whether she was going to speak, I never found out as my lips covered hers and our arms wrapped around each other. Her breast flattened against my chest sending electrical impulses throughout my entire. More cocks than just mine were now poking at your face. You bucked and fucked as I held on for dear life, sucking on your clit as your lips continued to greedily suck at the cocks by your face. You kept urging him on with your motions and with the occasional word. You were getting nasty, pulling a cock from your mouth long enough to say fuck me harder or fill me with cum and then put another cock into your mouth. He picked up the pace and started really ripping into you, filling you with his. I answered in a little shiver, “Yes, mam.” I didn’t know about the post happenings, but I was in very much fear already. The sound of the cane strike made me to get in so much of creep inside my heart. I was shivering tightly as we started.It was a maths test, and Aunty gave me some tough formulas to write on my own. Out of the first three questions, I was inaccurate a little at just the second question. Aunty laughed pensively as she was checking my answers. “I didn’t expect you to learn about.