I am an amazon and all amazons are born without a father, but we do have a family,” Menja objected.“I don’t care about amazons, if no man acknow...edged you as his daughter then you are a bastard too,” the man gruffly replied.“I am not a bastard, Roban is my daddy,” Menja firmly disagreed.“It doesn’t matter if you call him your daddy. You are not of his blood, not his real daughter and still a bastard,” the warrior spat.“He said I am his real daughter and my daddy never lies,” Menja persisted,. I put my hand over her mouth, muffling her enthusiastic cheer for my cock. Then I fucked her harder, my hand over her mouth, telling her what a little whore she was.Even through the muted sound I could hear her cry, "oh fuck oh fuck." Every bit of this was turning her on: the possibility of being watched, the dirty talk, me covering her mouth. I knew she was about to cum.I pulled out and pulled on her hair so she would stand up. "Please fuck me," she cried."Get on the bed," I told her. She got. "Ahhh bless your sweet red cheeks!" Mandy chuckled,"Hold on, I got something that'll help..." She walked over to the side-table by the chair again, this time getting out a little tub of cooling cream, then walked back over to sarah, knelt down, kissed her cheek softly and then lovingly applied the cream to her reddened skin, she could feel the heat coming off it as she did.Sarah was taken aback by how sudden Mandy went from being a creul merciless bitch, to a caring considerate woman. She then. While Angela was descending deeper and deeper into another sensuous aura of pleasure, Janet removed Angela's platform boots, in turn inhaling Angela's scent from the confines of the boot, herself moaning and sighing, taking Angela's foot by both hands, rubbing and squeezing her nylon covered soles. She then placed Angela's foot against her own pussy, signifying to Angela for her to perform the same foot fucking ministration against her own wet little cunt.Both ladies were now in the throes of.