They were shining with wetness. “Open your mouth slut,” she said. She reached down and puts her fingers in my mouth. I sucked them clean. “Good ...ittle slut, and now it’s time for me to redden your sweet little ass,” she said. She stood up and began to spank my ass, first on one cheek, then the other. The pain was building as she continued past fifty strokes. My ass must be bright red. I let out yelps between each stroke. I could see many of the men were adjusting their crotch at the site. My. He also letme know that if I talked about it, then any chance of a successful lifewere ruined. He told me that no one had ever been known to break theabsolute silence. He told me that he was ?dead? serious. I couldn't believe my luck. If I only known how things would turn out inthe end, I would have run the other way.So here's how this went down. Brad told me that in order to join thefrat, I only had to maintain my grades and eat breakfast, lunch anddinner at the frat house every day, including. Mouths covered pussies, tongues lapped up sex juices, pussies collided, grinding against one another.Sharon’s experimentation after a bad breakup was ruined by incestuous thoughts creeping into her mind during and after each orgasm. Nikki’s words rang in her ear over and over, curiosity about her sister Julie and her son re-emerging.Finally, after five in the morning, the two women, sweaty, exhausted, collapsed on the bed next to each other. They were out of breath, moaning, coming down off. It was an expression Bethany knew well from the number of times she had worn it lately. "I won't tell," she said."I'm not gay." Me either," she smiled and pulled Allison into another kiss. Allison's hand stayed on Bethany's chest as they kissed, her fingers finding Bethany's stiff nipple and tweaking it so gently. Once more, Allison broke their kiss and without room to step backwards, she pushed Bethany away."I want to watch you use your toy," she flatly stated as if she was drawing a hard line.