The legs raised a little higher, the arse cheeks separating and the final destination reached.The tongue tip darts out and touches the hairy entrance,...washing it gently, softening it, making it open and close before its attention. Long up and down strokes over the opening, making it wetter and wetter, tantalising it. The fingers slowly massaging its outer rim, probing ever so slightly, soft moans coming from above, the body twitching, legs flailing, the feel and sounds of pure enjoyment.The. She bends over and you start spanking her. You usher me over. I run my hands over the smooth skin of her cheeks. You tell me to give her smack. You tell her she shouldn't tease Phil like that and now she is going to have let him have a good look at it. She slowly turns round and my eyes are transfixed on it. Wow what a very pretty sex she has. Pam are you going to let Phil touch it? you ask. She walks closer to me, as i get down on my knees, her pussy is just inches from my eyes. My fingertips. I couldn't help myself. I raised up a bit so my face was right between Goddess Janelle's legs and where the beads of pussyjuice that were sprayed from Her wonderful cunt splattered my slave-boy face.She laughed as She watched me. I was sniffing strongly behind my piggy-nose, loving the hot sex scent of my Mistress, my Goddess. I wanted to breathe it all in and hold it, an intoxicating perfume, an incense of perverted worship, an odor of deviant lustful desires. The feeling of the steamy juices. Everyone I could see was smiling and laughing at unheard comedic anecdotes, or watching their children play grinning like idiots. This was not sensible but nonetheless shot down my self esteem. I didn’t know anyone there nor did they acknowledge me. I relented and sat off to the side atop a cliffside kicking the pebbles down off of a lower ledge and into the crashing waves slapping below. I pondered what such a fall felt like and how gravity pulls everything down to its eventual resting place. .