?Master, you are fucking my ass with your cock and fingering my cunt and clit so that I?m nearly crazy with pent-up desire,? she rasped.?Do you like w...at I am doing to you, slave???Oh, yes, Master, you have given me a wonderful time tonight and I feel content when you dominate me, fuck me, whip me, and keep me humble and in my place.? ?What is your name, slave?? he asked.?My name is Slave Ann, Master, and I serve you willingly and completely.??Are you happy, slave???Master, I am happier then. Her ass arched out toward him and she rubbed her swollen pussy against his erect dick as it slid between her ass cheeks. ‘Only bad girls don’t wear panties to church,’ Pastor said, giving her ass a sharp spank. ‘Oooooh, Pastor, you’re right. I’m a bad girl,’ Alexis cooed, her mind surprised at the sudden rush of heat to her pussy after she was spanked. ‘And what do we do to bad girls?’ Pastor said, rubbing his dick against her slit, gathering her juices on its head. Another smack landed firmly. Gina took off her bottom and sat. Her pussy was as bald as mine. “Join me?” she asked. I felt self-conscious about being the first ones on the blankets. After all, I was the only newbie in the group. But in for a penny . . . I untied the string, but left on my tunic. I had the idea that it made me look thinner, although I’d never be as alluring as Gina. I had finally remembered who she reminded me of – Gwyneth Paltrow, but with red hair. She looked delicious wearing only a straw cowboy hat. She slid her fingers into the slit of her little pussy and began to rub lightly while pinching and rubbing her titties&hellip, Little Charli had discovered the secret hidden joys that her little pussy held at the tender age of 8, when she was playing with a garden hose one hot summer day. She had drug out the hose to fill up her kiddy pool and started spraying herself like all children do. Sooner or later she was pointing the nozzle of the hose between her legs and when the water hit her tiny.