She extended her arm without hesitation. Her hand hung limp. It was small, pale and plump. Her fingers were tiny, almost stubby. Her nails were painte... a deep, metallic purple. Even though they were small, they were still beautiful. They were half the size of my own. When these tiny little hands held my cock, it looked massive. I gently took her small hand in my own and kissed it. ‘Awww,’ She cooed and her smile widened. It sounded odd, like she only half meant it. She leaned back, biting her. ”“Thank you,” Bess said politely.She did notice that Betsy was wearing a very nice dress and was rather impressed with her choice of outfits. She had no clue what style of clothing Betsy normally wore. This was the first time that she had ever seen Betsy wearing clothes of any kind. To be honest, she had expected find a houseful of nudists after her experiences on the beach.Seeing that Bess wasn’t going to take her hand, Betsy used it to gesture to the living room while saying, “Please come. ‘You really were a virgin,’ he said when he saw the blood. His tongue found mine as he kissed me deeply. He began to hump more, drawing his cock out slowly, and then pushing it back in. The initial discomfort I felt passed, and I noticed that it felt good to have my pussy so completely filled especially around the very sensitive areas of the lips to my pussy. Matt’s humping continued, drawing his cock out and driving it back in. He continued to kiss me even more with his tongue exploring my. " By the sounds coming from next door it sounded like Brenda was already giving it to Tom too. "But it is not enough that Mistress Brenda punished you for insulting her. I am going to punish you for disobeying me." She came with a shudder as she thought of what she had planned and what my tongue was then doing to her clit."We have the rest of the afternoon to punish you, slave. Run upstairs and get the scarves and ropes." "Yes, Mistress" I said as I raced up the stairs, balls bouncing and cock.