I felt so deliciously slutty, sitting there naked on the floor of the john with my white dress all spread out under me, those wond...rful pornographic pictures around me. My hand in my crotch was whipping my cunt juices into a white foam that soaked my pussy hair. I’d pick up a snapshot and gaze hypnotized at it, imagining that I was one of the girls in the picture, letting my hands do to me whatever I saw happening. The swollenness of her vagina after an evening of sex with Emma or with both Emma and Josephine just could not be disguised. Neither too could the bite marks around her clitoris or on the top of her thighs. Nor could she hide the bruise she’d somehow inflicted on herself while Emma was guiding her body to yet more torturous demands. And when, on a whim, Emma suggested that she’d find Charlotte more attractive if she had no hair on her crotch, Charlotte now shaved her crotch every morning, an. Jill had confided that her daughter had never been spanked before by anyone. She was a pampered puss right enough, wearing expensive looking pink strappy high-heels revealing matching pink nail polish. ‘Has your mother explained the situation to you?’ I asked. Jill nodded from her chair opposite me. ‘It’s either a spanking or you leave by the end of the week,’ she said, clearly fed up with the girl’s attitude. I was sitting on the arm of the sofa to give me a better sitting height with my. In my current position, he could see into my bikini because of how much my now growing cock tented the tight fabric. Now that I was sitting, a generous portion of the back panel was between my cheeks.Johnny set his empty bottle down and grabbed his jeans and practically ripped them open. Out jumped this enormous slab of meat that was easily nine inches long and nearly twice as thick as mine.My eyes shot open in shock. I was barely able to keep quiet. But, I’m sure he noticed some kind of.