”His hands took my bra strap as it came undone in the front, so you could make it a strapless one. He did one strap, then moved on to the next. He t...ok his one hand and started to undo the clasps in the back. He took his other hand and gripped at my hips. My bra came undone and he tossed it aside. My breasts falling free, bouncing slightly before they rested naturally. He gripped them in his hands rubbing his thumb over my nipples. He held them firmly then took his fingers and rubbed my nipple. Like a sweet, teen angel. Oh, how he would love to deflower her…devour her…make her his own. Forgetting he was still a fat ass, Morgan moved quickly – but with refined dignity – back to his chair and sat, unable to take his eyes from her. After a pause, he inhaled deeply and began the interview. Miss Thomas answered in all the right ways. She was proper and polite, and not the least bit desperate or insincere. She was a refined, mannerly, quite elegant young lady and Morgan loved it, ached for. John gave it to Jack who happily placed it over the smallgrill next to him. Then Jack took the poker and cauterized her chest.When he finished, he noticed that he had a hard on. Looking at Babe,he smiled and lowered the poker to her face and burned out her lefteye totally evaporating her pupil. Then he mounted her sticking hiserect cock into her eye socket. He fucked her skull while his handrubbed her pussy. When he orgasmed he squirted his cum all over herface and noticed to his amazement that. I didn't care what she said. I just wanted to hear her sweet, angelic voice again. "Did you like my dancing?" She asked, filling my heart with joy at the sound of her voice. I was so happy that I just nodded like an idiot instead of verbally answering. I must have looked like such a jerk and looser but someone she found the entire scene rather amusing. In fact she moved away from her vanity and invited me to take a seat where she had been. I'm not sure why but I did, never asking any.