What would they do anyway?Preoccupied, she turned her attention back to the half-finished lines and wrote the rest hurriedly. Being seen naked wasn’... a big deal, she told herself. It wasn’t as though she was having sex. Or being spanked. Or crawling around like an obedient slut. Or wearing fucking nipple clamps. She glanced up at the window again. The person hadn’t moved. Furtively, she stood up and slipped out of the kitchen, her completed lines in her hand.Nine more days. Nine more pages of. "Now, come and obey me, lick me clean!"Like an submissive servant, he crawled over to me and, still on all fours, gently touched my pussy with his tongue. "Hurry up, I don't want to get pussy juice on my bed." Although he was sucking and licking for all he was worth, I knew it was a lost cause because the faster he lapped, the better it felt and the more liquid I made. "Let me move further up on the bed so I can lay back."I slid up far enough so with my knees bent and my legs spread wide in a. I wanted to release, almost afraid of the potential energy building up. He held me firm, not letting me over the edge, taking me beyond my imagined limits. Shaking and trembling, something big was on the horizon and my body knew it even if it could not comprehend.Pushing in, pulling out, pausing. His movement blurred in my mind, I felt like a toy being wound up, twist after twist. The spring was tightening, but he wouldn’t let me go. More and more, even my moans worked up into screams. I could. Taking cushions from the couch Ann propped herself up. Excited and nervous she watched as Mary lowered down. Then, jumped when she felt Mary's tongue press against her labia. Mary's mind exploded. The sent, the taste, the idea of licking someone's pussy. Running her tongue up her folds, Ann's loud moans excited her further. Using her fingers, Mary explored the beauty of Ann's pussy. Lapping up her juices, Mary savored each drop. Mary's body shook with a wave washing over her. With her lips.