My hand connected with the back of her thighs and Amy quickly shuffled onto all fours. Her ass got another couple of slaps because she wasn’t as qui...k as Mandy. I knew she didn’t deserve what I was doing to her. God, I needed Mandy. I spat at her anus and then pushed my thumb into her. Amy arched her back and pushed herself back onto me. When I let go of her hair her upper body slumped onto the pillow and her hands came to her ass quickly pulling her cheeks apart. Again I spat on her ass,. Something has taken over—a need to bring pleasure to herself. She slides her fingers up and down, back and forth, bumping against her clit several times before finally giving it the attention it so craves. She rolls her clit between her fingers, pinching it a couple times.“Oh fuck,” she breathes heavily.Realizing she feels a greater need burning inside her now, Emma abandons her clit, sliding her finger back down through het folds to slide a finger inside. She pushes in deep and pulls out. Would you be like totally freaked out sittinghere wearing a bra and panties while you did my nails?" She sat staringat me with her doe eyes again. I couldn't think of any reason, other thanmy self-esteem. Well, why not. She knows I have them, and she knows Iwear them, and she's even scheduled me for a bra fitting. I might as wellget it over with, as I knew she'd see me on Thursday afternoon wearing abra anyways. Mother followed me toward my room and told me she'd get acamisole so I wouldn't. I entered the photo shop and it was empty except for one person working in the store. Kate had left earlier and Ricardo was the gentleman behind the counter working on developing pictures. He had a white apron, which was spotted and stained from working with all the film and pictures. He was at least 6’4” and big and strong. At least 250 pounds, but not fat just muscular. He had a black mustache and a full head of black straight hair. I would guess he was about 30, maybe a little older He.