You have to be wet for her to discipline you. Begging for it.”“I have to be wet for Mom to discipline me,” the redheaded girl said, her nipples ...ressing hard at her blouse. “Begging for it.”I nodded my head. “Mitch.”His hand cracked down on our daughter's rump. Pleasure washed out of my aching cunt as my daughter bucked, her arms, bound across the table, stretching. Her hips wiggled back and forth. Her ass burned bright red, her butt-cheek rippling from the force. A line of pussy juices ran. Everything I have from you is because you have offered it to me first. I feel bad asking now but I see no other way." Go ahead honey," said Grace with a warm smile."I want to rent a house near school in September," I said. "I know it would be an additional burden on top of what you are paying for in tuition already and much more than just staying in the dorms like last year. I will understand if you say no." It won't be a problem at all," said Grace."Really? I feel so bad having to ask.". After about five minutes, trying to make their approach rather nonchalant, the four slowly strolled by as Paula fucked herself with the dildo.“Oh, fuck,” Paula blurted out, and began to cover herself.“No, I want them to see you fucking yourself with the dildo, you are a fucking exhibitionist slut, remember?” I placed my hand on her inner thigh, halfway between her knee and pussy.“Umm. Your wife is sure a nice person to travel with.” The first of the men said as he slowed, completely noticing my. ?Do it.? He said.Jess was feeling ill, like she was going to vomit. Her whole body shook in fear but the Man had no sympathy. Only when her hand moved towards her shirt and began undoing the buttons did his grip loosen. She sucked in as much air as she could before the wire tightened again.?Faster.? He said. With some more air, she felt a little more dextrous and speed up her actions. Her shirt opened up and she slipped her free arm out. She undid the zipper down the side of her skirt and let.