What she was doing felt so grown-up and a little bit wrong. Her parents would never approve of course. But Kaylee thought about what it had done for ...ara. Tara was so secure with herself. She dressed how she wanted without caring what anyone thought. One day she’d be out dressed as trashy as she wanted. The next day she’d be dressed like she belonged in the balcony seats at an opera. She took plenty of criticism for both styles, but the one consistent theme was that all her clothes were. I did as he ordered, and slowly stood up to my feet. I faced his way. My body was shaking. “I-I’m sorry,” I began. “Stop speaking. There is no need to speak. Yes…that’s it.” Now I could feel his rough hands on my bare arms. “Mmm, fuck your skin is so soft.” They went up to my neck and in my dark red hair. “And your hair…so lovely.” His voice sounded so raspy, and yet… I licked my lips nervously. I could feel a slight tingle between my legs as his hands continued with their exploring. “Yes,” I. "With tits like these, every dirty old man is going to want to suck on them" he said, tweaking the girl's enormous nipples. His jaw had almost dropped when Tina had initially removed her bra. The bra's kind of pointless, Anthony thought, although it does hide her nipples. The girl had nipples that when aroused, as she clearly was at the moment, stuck out from her chest a full inch."Oh, touch me like that," she hissed, as Anthony continued pulling at the sensitive buds of flesh. Unable to. Somehow his mind separated the contact and the burn. His wide mouth let a thin wail from his lips and dried mouth as the branding iron marked his thigh with wisp of fatty smoke that curled into the air like that of a a smoldering cigarette. His wail was loud, but stopped as a plug was pushed into his mouth with a sure hand. The agony in his thigh was like an abyss of anguish into which he was sucked. A maelstrom of torment that lasted just a few seconds, but filled his head with crimson and.