Her boobs had paid a price for Cherry’s art. Jaylee flinched at the recollection–sugar syrup hot from the pan, flicked liberally about her tender ...hocolatey mounds (‘This is Pollock,’ Cherry had quipped), till they were encased in a spun caramel glaze. The double-crowning glory–peanut-butter cups melted all over her heat-seared nipples. Even the memory provoked a silent Ouch.More decadent still, beneath the all-enveloping chocolate, was Jaylee’s cunt–pumped full of vanilla frosting from. She’d booked a nine pm appointment at her accommodation. Terry, who had massaged and fucked her before, and very nicely, thank you, would be there then. While Em was packing up the last few things she was taking with her she had a little secret smile about this. She always tipped Terry before the massage. He had always come through with flying colours, in a manner of speaking. Em dressed for the drive. It was summer and nicely warm. She put a on a little top over her tiny take-it-off-me bra and. So, to make this a fair game, you’ll have to do the same for her.” She expected me to whore myself out for a place to stay, I realised, and was abhorred by the thought. Yet, some kinky part of me revelled in the picture of me as a sexual servant to my best friend and her girlfriend. “There’s one more stipulation: we’ll be allowed to punish you if you don’t follow the other two rules, you know, spank you and things like that, however we think appropriate. Agree to all three stipulations, and you. He’s wiggling his finger around her arse hole, making it bigger and sloppy as more juice runs in. Fuck, he has two fingers inside now and he is a builder with hands like shovels. After a short time arse fucking her with his fingers, Scott takes hold of his cock end and holds his hand on to her arse, pushes ever so slow through his hand and slips his cock up her arse. Sue screams out through her heavy panting while wriggles about on the bed trying to watch, but is asking for more. We watch her.