Our friend Emily never takes part even though she buys her husband a ticket. Neither does Susie and she’s single. Susie refuses to let anybody see h...r naked for some reason, even if we go to somebody’s private back-garden pool in summer. Something to do with an embarrassing birthmark, I’m told.”“I know about ‘the blotch’. It’s larger than her left breast which it entirely covers. I’ve seen it. I’ve touched it. I’ve even fondled it. She hates it although she’s slowly accepting others seeing. "You are first girl and will remain so at my pleasure. Beg me properly to keep you as my slave."Jennifer immediately bent to lick and kiss Paul's boots. "Please Master, this worthless slave desperately implores you to keep it. This slave loves you Master. This slave will do anything at all for your pleasure. Though she is unworthy of a Master like you, she humbly asks that you keep her anyway. She begs for your collar." Very well," said Paul. He reached into the box once again and drew out yet. This was Jiya's speciality. No one else could do it with such perfection. Jiya's mountain of an arse was still only a few feet above her face with her hands pulling the cheeks apart and exposing the dark brown source of delicious filth. The enticing opening was still showing pulsating spasms with a very small piece of that lovely candy dangling as if fighting gravity to stay within the temple of filth, Jiya's shithole. Jiya squeezed her dirt hole for one final time and pinched off the candy. She switched positions to bring her face to see my cock entering her sister. She looked at it with fascination, and then came to look into my eyes. She decided to straddle Emma at the waist and rise to meet my face. Our eyes were inches away from each other, and she reached down to feel my cock as it entered Emmas pussy. She watched me and helped guide me, centimeter by centimeter, into the love of my life. She smiled a little, and I could tell she was asking me whether or not she was ever.