It was morning, and people would be around.I decided to go through with it though. Before I left he told me to do two things. Put my dildo in my purse... and take an ice cube and put it in my ass, so I did. I drove downtown and parked my car the whole time feeling that ice cube melting inside me.As I stepped out I felt so nervous. I made my way to a pay phone, put in some money and dialed his number. He told me that I better still be talking with my girly voice, and that he wanted to hear that I. ” “Oh okay,” Gemma said, “I was just hoping to borrow some cream if you have any. You see, it’s my Dad’s birthday today and I am making him a cake. But I don’t have any cream for the icing.” “You’re a good daughter,” I said sincerely. “Maybe,” is all she said smiling. “I don’t have any I’m sorry to say,” I let Gemma know. “Oh okay then,” Gemma said, “it was worth asking. “I am a single guy living by myself you know. It’s not something I would normally keep in my fridge.” Gemma chuckles. She folded her lips and tongue around Celeste’s finger with a low, animal moan; never in her life had she tasted anything so raw, primal and sexy. Gently sucking and swirling her tongue over her friend’s finger, she tasted salt and honeysuckle and extra virgin olive oil and something else that she couldn’t identify, but which sang in her mouth and made her nipples tingle and her clitoris buzz. If she had to give it a name, she would say it was the taste of sex; not the taste of having sex, or. He tore my bikini bottoms off, and started to finger fuck me roughly. I could hardly stand it. "You like that?" Eric asked. I was too busy enjoying Eric's fingers abusing my clit and sucking on Clay to answer.WHACK! Eric spanked me hard. "Bitch, I asked you a fucking question." Eric commanded, and spanked me hard again."Ungh!!! Oh . . . GOD . . . I fucking . . . love it . . ." I finally got out, between mouthfuls of Clay's cock as it came up between my tits."Looks like this slut needs to be.