“Lick my cunt you little bitch.” She moaned, grabbing hold of the whores hair and pulling. Her eyes darted to the dog who had turned his back to t...e both of them, still knotted in his conquests cunt. Juices were glistening on the redheads neatly shaved lips and Lesley could barely believe what was happening to her. Not only was she raped and knotted by a dog but now she was in service to the twat that she hated. Before she could think any more Marie slapped her across the face, glaring down at. She… seated next to the door, our new home, our new place to make our own. Paint of all colors, in her hair, on her cheeks, in her fingernails. She is so dedicated, so concentrated, her brows somewhat furrowed, but remaining inviting. Her studio light, pointed towards her canvas, the door. Her array of materials scattered among her, invading the living room, the kitchen. Brushes, paper, clay, the paints. She is amazing. The figures and shapes emerging from the door, her gateway. She looks up. The following evening, Chris came over around seven fifteen and helped us with more work on the house.He brought with him an overnight bag because Christy had told him that they would be using our bed again.We finished work around nine thirty and Christy announced that they were going for a shower, and then going straight to bed. She kissed me passionately before walking off, hand in hand with her lover to our bedroom. Again, I listened to the unmistakable sounds of two people locked together. My dark areola and nipples were clearly visible thru the shirt. I went to his room with my books and with a glass of chocolate-milk for him.I kept my books aside and deliberately bumped on him to wet my shirt with the milk. He didn’t realize what was i up to and started to clean my shirt with his hands. In this process, his hands brushed my breasts and my nipples became hard. I let a soft moan and he now knew my intentions. Then he slowed down and brushed my boobs in longer strokes. He also.