Lauren groaned, her nostrils flaring as she fought for consciousness. Once again, Maria slowly dragged the whip over her reddened buttocks, teasing he... pussy and dwelling on her anus, threatening to plough the handle back inside. Lauren shook, her muscles tensed, aching, panic allowing her body to react with lightening speed to the slightest stimulus. She twisted and turned, looking back, bracing herself, preparing for the inevitable stroke that would once again temporarily blind her, force her. Nice – I can feel her bare skin on her sides. My hand slides into the cutaway. She squirms and again tries to move away. My hand roams around front discovering the edges of her modest breasts. Nice – no bra. She squirms even harder. I don’t care. My hand roves inward over the warm boob until it finds a rock hard nipple. My fingers instantly seize the nipple, pinching and twisting. I’m surprised the girl hasn’t screamed.This is too much to resist. As we approach the bus stop near my hotel, I. " Brenda was wearing white stockings, with a garter belt. I could see that because her leather skirt was so short they stuck out from under the hem quite a ways. She had a see-through mesh top and her breasts were very visible. She said, "Thank you, but the boys didn't come here to see me; they came to see the movie star. Now lift up your dress and show me your stockings."I bent over, gathered the bottom of my dress in my hands and raised it up, showing her my stocking-covered legs. She said. “What do you have to do to take care of that?” she asked.“Oh, if I were home I’d either pump or Hank would take care of that in a heartbeat and suck me dry.”“’Hey! We’d love to help you out,’ Bobby said helpfully and excitedly. ‘We can take Hank’s place! Why don’t you let us suck your tits and relieve the pressure?’ I didn't know how to respond. I was unsure what to do.”“Oh, no. I couldn’t.” I finally said. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with you to doing that, particularly because Hank isn’t.