She remembered the soft wetness pressing against her mouth... She was getting excited... She watched Mr. Brandt dip the morsel in the lemon butter sau...e; he brought it up close to her face. Vicky leaned forward and took the bite of Carla into her mouth.Vicky looked like she was in a faraway place as she started to chew. So this was cuntsteak. She recognized the lemon flavor, the garlic. But the pussy, that wasn't like anything she'd had before. She swallowed and that was it.Mr. Brandt couldn't. . cowgirl with." That statement nearly made me choke again. All I could do wasstare at her for a moment in disbelief, sure that she was joking. "Are you some kind of fucking witch?" I demanded, suddenlyrealizing that she must have done that to me for some reason. She musthave cast some sort of spell on me to fuck with my head... However, Anita seemed startled by that question. "Me? A witch?"Then she started laughing. "Sorry... but no." "Then what are you?" I demanded, "And what the fuck did you. Suddenly, she quietly gasped. Michelle was frozen to the spot. Her father had her panties in his other hand and they were at his face. He was grunting into them while breathing rapidly, obviously smelling at the crotch.Then a final burst of violent speed from his hand, pulling fiercely on his cock. She heard him softly moaning and then her father was taking the crotch of her panties between his lips; and she saw the white juices shooting out of his cock as he grunted.Michelle knew that her. Then she turned her head to the door, still keeping her gaze fixed on my nakedness, and shouted: “James! Get in here!” The door burst open and in flew James, clutching my jacket. “Yes, ma’am.” He closed the door, softly. “What the fuck is this? Who told you to bring this naked fucking whore to my office?” “I’m sorry, but…” stammered the poor fool. “I am not your naked whore, you old bitch.” I didn’t like to be insulted. I walked right up to her to pushed my face and tits against hers. .