The next day was as excruciating as she had feared. She knew that she absolutely had to call Sandy when she got home, but the day just seemed to move ...o slowly that she felt as though she might scream. When it was finally time to go home, she practically sprinted to her car. It was Friday, so the traffic was particularly heavy, and Mindy found herself cursing each red light; fuming at each traffic jam; raging at each slow driver who didn't share her urgency.Finally, she got home.She decided. Kneeling in front of the oven cleaning away I didn’t hear him come in behind me skirt had ridden up so I was showing off my white knickers and they were making my pussy sweaty so I pulled them down still not realising that he was in the kitchen behind me I carried on cleaning ...finally when the oven was clean I stood up and bent over to pick the bowl up knickers still round my knees I stood up straight and turned and saw him I dropped the bowl water splashed me all up the front including my. “Please…uhhh!” Jen groaned. Amy closed her eyes and tried to ignore the ache deep inside her tender folds. Soon afterward, with anticipation and a churning sensation swamping Jen’s stomach, the brunette looked over to see Afua approach with a long, sharp metal implement. “Which slut would like her piercing first, hmm?” The next fifteen to twenty minutes were less painful than Jen or Amy had expected. After it was all over, they were panting from the adrenaline though, just grateful to be alive.. I felt her pussy start to tighten around my fingers, and watched as all of her muscles contracted, signaling the start of her orgasm. As her legs strained against the straps, they held firm, allowing me full access to her slippery shaved pussy when she would usually be struggling to stop me. “Ohhhhhhh, Stop!” she begged me, lifting her head and straining at all four straps. I just continued rubbing her clit in fast little circles, and then dipping both fingers in to tickle her G spot. Soon, as.