Say yes cunt-owner, slut. Thank me for treating you right, slut. Yes, cunt-owner. I like it when you flick my clit. Thats what I thought. She laughs a...d suddenly slips the dildo into my cunt. I can feel how tight I am against the dildo, and although you can feel when my cunt has had enough, she cant because she doesnt have any feeling in her dick. She thrusts hard and deep, without any breaks in rhythm. I realize that she is doing this entirely to torture me. It has nothing to do with her. Before she could even prosses the words that came from his mouth she could feel a warm slow approaching touch under her skirt. He had slid his hand under it and was making sure to make her look at him the entire time.He was getting close to the topmost of her inner thigh and she did not stop it, frozen with the thought of what to do, the feeling of lust and a desire to feel his hands on her even though his wife is right there and a close friend. He kept staring directly into her eyes as she. She was totally his, a lowlyslave, kneeling in front of her master, completely prepared to followhis every wish and command. He knew her could give it to her now likeshe'd never known it before and she'd beg him for more.She was rapidly going out of her mind with lust, her back hollowed asshe skewered herself lewdly on his fleshy shaft, her buttocks pumpingup and down on the long rod in ever quickening rhythm, as her mindtriggered on very deliciousness of her obscenely bent position. Herface. Still, Stuart kept calling pass plays and we kept scoring. Almost half of last year's UK team was gone by now. When we hit 77 points with 11 minutes to play, Coach Stuart called off the dogs.He did the same thing for me that Coach Brown had done for Tom at the end of last season. He sent me out for one play then called timeout to send in my backup. I was ecstatic to receive the same response Tom had.I spent the last 11 minutes of the game trying to find Bailey in the crowd. But I didn't even.