The boy was allowed to place his hands on her ass, and would give both cheeks a playful squeeze once in a while, which was met with soft giggles. The...smothering would go on and on, and the only sound Sasha heard was the occasional sigh and soft moan from the Mistress, along with a rhythmic “mmph mmph mmph” coming from within the victim, and of course the ever present sounds of her very wet vagina rubbing against the boy’s face.While grinding down on him, the Mistress would occasionally press. While he as fucking Angel, she was still rocking my world with her mouth and Keith had now moved so he was straddling me and had his hard cock in my mouth. Keith was holding me by my pigtails as Angel had and I was sucking his cock like a hungry slut should. I had drool running down both sides of my face as I slurped on his big dick. I'm twice his age but if there's one thing I can do and do well, it's sucking cock and being a submissive slut. Keith is young but knows how to dominate a mature. He untied me and carried me to the hammock hanging on the secluded facing part of the garden. He put me on the hammock and sat by me as he kissed my body and sucked my nipples as though they were a woman’s breasts.He turned me over, and kissed my back, from my neck down to my butt cheek, he slithered his lips, with his tongue sliding in chorus down to my buttocks and finally made a bite, it hurt me but I was enjoying it. The Tiki torches around created a more intimate atmosphere for us. Streaks of gray highlighted her red hair in a not very attractive fashion.Violence temporarily over, Corrine watched her latest failed boyfriend stagger across the street to his old junker and drive away. Loneliness piled in as she contemplated another Christmas alone and bereft. Family was not an option. After a childhood of ever-increasing abuse at the hands of her mother’s parade of “uncles,” Corrine finally found the courage to run away and never looked back. The streets were a step up for.