She was whimpering, squirming? ?Oh please stop!? she finally cried. For one glorious moment, his fingers stilled. ?No,? he whispered, h...s breath hot on her ear. And his fingers attacked her nipples mercilessly this time. She screamed and bucked, utterly helpless to stop the strange torture. It went on for minutes, and slowly, the sensation began to pool in her abdomen. Finally, he released her. ?I believe we’ve focused on her breasts for quite long enough. Let us now. Sumeya was grinding herself upon my thigh and I could feel her wetness beading together rolling down it. She sat upright, grinding my thigh as I imagined she would ride Faruk’s cock. ‘Are you Aleem’s whore?’ She asked as she looked down at me, her eyes wild. ‘Yessss’ I answered and turned my face, burrying my cheek into the silk comfortor. ‘Are you…[breathy] … my whore [assertive]?’ She asked her head swinging back, her back arching. I watched her comming, staying silent. ‘Are you uhhh. The reason was because she was so damn sexy. She was to turn eighteen in about two weeks and was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. She was five-nine with short black hair. She wore a 36B bra and her panties were size S. I would guess her weight to be in the neighborhood of 135 to 140. She had a beautiful ass and an olive complexion. But it was her face that caught people’s attention. She is absolutely gorgeous. I knew what size panties and bra she wore because I had checked them. Everyone was cheering when they made P.O. White show off her swollen arsehole for their cell phone cameras.Next up was constable Akimba. Without being told the pretty African climbed up on Sergeant Williams lap. “Good girl,” Sergeant Williams said as he patted Akimba on her round black arse. P.O. White hands the sergeant’s baton back to him so could spank her partner. P.O. Akimba had a more robust arse compared to P.O. White. Letting loose a flurry of smacks Sergeant Williams cracked the baton.