“you like being my whore don’t you Mandy?”“yes sir!” she cried.“you want more don’t you?”“yes Sir!” she begged. And she felt anot...er hard slap on the ass, then the bussing of the tickler on her pussy again. She was shaking harder now, and realized that she was so wet that she was dripping down her thigh as he tickled her throbbing clit, then stopped and spanked again. The spank made her clit throb, and she even felt her asshole pucker. Then he was on her clit with again with the tickling. Anne actually starts to long to perform some of her secret sexy foxy fantasies with Petra and Peter.Anne is not allowed to touch her love lips without written permission of pervert Poet Professor Peter.Anne secretly discovers how she still can make herself wet and warm with cunning cunny contractions!Anne wishes she never lied to Peter about her and this 'thick-neck', as he calls her former friend.Anne regrets now her lighthearted foolishness and underestimating the real qualities of Poet. She quickly hung up from her mother and continued to think. She had just slept with a married man, and not just any man, a preacher. The fucked up part of the whole situation is that DJ knew if Ian were to call her right now, she would be butt naked waiting for him to come tear that ass up all over again. DJ could easily deal with him being married, because she had been down that road a time or two. But a preacher? That was the hardest thing for her to deal with. Just then, her cell buzzed that. I gulped down air at the sight of this groomed magnificence as this was the first time I had ever saw it, wow it was worth the wait! I licked my two fingers and started prodding her beautiful canyon, first with the index finger, which wasn't a problem, then my middle finger joined in her pussy as well. It was slow and sustained only to be occasionally interrupted by Lilly's stirring. It was a stirring that could have been mistaken as enjoyment if she were not asleep. I was the master now, and I.