The slave girl, whose name he never knew, most enjoyed when he took her from behind though, crouched on hands and knees on the bed, his hardness burie... deep within her, his hands on her breasts, hers just above his rod.She had fumbled, with an appalling lack of rhythm but startling desperation, at herself, panting and moaning, sweating beneath him. He'd taken her hands away, and placed them on her breasts, and taken over the stimulation further down with his own fingers, spreading and kneading. "Take your time, and watch those damn teeth," said Sam. "Otherwise, we'll turn you into a whore and make you screw the whole damn school." "Please, please cum for me, I need to have your sperm," said Jane. "This feels worse than an addiction to heroin." "OK, Janey, here it comes," said Sam as he squirted streams of cum into her mouth. Then, she rushed over to lick up a splotch of sperm that had missed her mouth and landed on the library floor. "Tasted good, eh?," laughed Sam, "Well, if you're. Mandy bent down, she rested her knees on the floor and moved her head in close. She tried to ignore her son's cock shooting straight up just inches above her. She tried to concentrate on the nasty looking bite on his thigh, but out the corner of her eye she could see his large, tight cum-sac and the thick, bushy pubes bunched around it. Again she swallowed hard, she raised her one hand to his hairy thigh, gripping on the back of his thigh just below his ass, she used her other hand to push the. Wendy then cupped her bra-covered breasts in her hands and after a few seconds she undid the fastening and allowed the bra to drop clear. My mouth dried up and I pressed my eyes tighter into the binoculars.I could see that she was squeezing her delicious tits quite firmly and then she pinched her nipples between her fingers and this seemed to make them larger and harder. Finally she let go with one hand, which she lowered out of sight, obviously down onto her lap.Eventually Wendy rose and went.