“You have been a good girl, unlike me; I’ve been a bad girl, and I’m nowhere near as innocent as you are. So, my pretty French tart, my bed, or...the concentration camp?” “Your bed, major; I don’t want to die. I’ll be your dirty French tart, if it means I don’t get killed.”The major smiled and then reached down to kiss me. When I felt her tongue pressing at my lips, I opened them and allowed it to slip past them and into my mouth, as she gently squeezed my bare breasts. I felt dirty and. Lowering my head I licked round his sack feeling the globes of his testicles move under my tongue. I continued to lick lower to his perineum where I flicked the tip of my tongue on that sensitive spot, feeling his cock twitch in response and seeing his balls move slightly.He lay back and groaned in pleasure under my oral caress. I lapped under his ballsack then slowly licked all the way up to his shaft, repeating this worship from different angles, then I gently sucked each balls inside its. I licked my lips but I said nothing, waiting for him to continue. He didnt, keeping still. He prolonged my torture when the only thing I wanted was for him to fill me up again. I whimpered and began attempting to push back against him, but the hands on my hips kept me still. Soon I began moaning and whimpering, squirming. I wanted him-No-I needed him to fill me up again. To fuck my brains out until I came all over his cock once again. The only thought that registered with my brain was, more!. Hi Alicia. Hi Sam. I see you two have made friends with Josh already. How are you both? Hi Rosalie., said Alicia, Weve been missing you, but weve managed to keep ourselves busy. Josh has been filling us in on all the fucking that you have been doing with him, Gerald, and Mary. Were not the only ones keeping busy! Rosalie laughed, then turned away from the camera. Mary! Come and meet my son and his beautiful girl friend. A pair of black hands appeared on Joshs shoulders, then a stunningly.