‘When can we go, Ron. I am absolutely dying to show off my cunt’. I said that Friday or Saturday was best and I arranged to take her next Saturday...The society, was based in a 6-bedroom house deep in the countryside. I was run by an elegant elderly lady called Sylvia who was at one time madam of a high-class brothel. She told me that she found over the years that a lot of men preferred older (in some cases a lot older) women – not just for sex but for mutual pleasures such as role playing, heavy. His hand moved farther south, slipping between her thighs. She again tried to fight him off, pulling at the chains and closing her legs, but she could still feel his fingers brush against her womanhood. They slid down, stroking the plump lips of the outer labia, then rose back up, tickling the exposed inner petals. His lips left hers and instead found her breasts. He pulled on her nipples with his lips and cleaned the blood off her flesh with his tongue. The cuts from his knife, his tongue. Tongue Use 103 sounded... interesting. She felt her heart pound a little faster as she headed there, still looking around to try and get a handle on the school life. Megan followed along after her, like a shadow. As Sandra walked down the hall, she noticed a small group of older students gathered round in a circle, something exciting seemed to be going on. She was nervous about approaching the older students... the girls walking around in collar and nothing else still stuck in her head... but. Two things happened at once. George grabbed my head and attempted to shove his cock into my mouth, and Ernie tugged my panties down. I decided to go with the flow."Man, her pussy's wet!" exclaimed Ernie, shoving a finger into my quivering quim as I took George's cock into my mouth. It tasted slightly of mothballs."Go Ern go!" shouted Reg from the sidelines, then I felt a bit of fumbling in my nether regions and Ernie's cock eased it's way into my cunt from behind. He started pumping me as fast.