She had had her fill of phonies, con-men, and self-proclaimed "studs", wanting to do her the "ultimate favor." Most, in fact, all but one, of the scou...s had promised to get her in for a "little roll in the hay." The one that had NOT told her that was gay. She had told them all, "If you had been the least bit honest with me, I would have given ya all the pussy ya could ever want." She had shown it to them at this point. "But you thought you had a little starry-eyed girl that didn't know which. I cannot make sense of it!” Shazza growled.“We’ll try looking into your mental state tomorrow and if everything lines up, we can try stepping into the Spock then. OK?” Korsa told her.“Really?!?”“Yes, really. You’ve been more than stable when out and around. That and the fact that you brushed away a near assassination attempt while keeping your head. This tells me you’re more than ready to tackle your memories, so we’ll give it a go,” Korsa told her. Shazza jumped around for joy, happy to. So i quickly plunged my face back into her pussy, and in seconds i was lapping away at her sweet wet pussy again as she groaned and moaned above me.After a minute or more she was really getting into it, and as she leant on the table groaning over and over in her high pitch tone, she began flexing her body back and forth, and was now pretty much fucking my face."Oh Mr Jones! Mr Jones!" she groaned as her little bald moist pussy slid back and forth against my mouth and coating it in her love. 'No suggestions?' Marty asked me. We both knew it was a rhetorical question. Bound and gagged with a rod up my ass Marty knew I had no say in anything he wanted to do. I shook my head, No. Marty smiled and came off the couch. Turning the riding crop he put the bottom of the grip to my slit and slowly slid it back between my folds until it hit the metal dildo below my ass. Moving the crop just a little caused it to press against and move over my clit. Marty withdrew it just as slowly on the.