. Please listen! ... Listen to me...” they finally quieted down enough to hear. I panted a few more times before I offered, “Do what you want to m... ... Leave Anna alone ... Tickle my naked tits, all of you ... Tickle them ... until ... until ... Tickle them until I pee!”“Oh God!” I immediately thought to myself. “Did I just say that? Why? Am I crazy?” I’m not sure why I added the last part, about peeing. But the thought of it happening in front of Anna and her friends, about how humiliating it. That Saturday at 17 o'clock I took the train to Porto, rested when I saw her enter Ovar and when we arrived he was already waiting for me I was nervous I confessed, my tongue was stuck but she was phenomenal, well disposed and believe me, it was for her that I went ahead because in the car, she made a point of going after us, to go "playing" I started by eating her melons, shirt and bra, they didn’t have time to offer resistance, since she put my hand on the stick we went in full the road and. A contraction if I licked you here, a relaxation if my free hand touched you there, an accepting dilatation as my finger pushed in all the while my tongue lapped the nectar that came oozing from you. Your voice spurred me on, soon became a garbled mess, letting me know how close you were.An impatient squirm accompanied your yammering as I stopped pleasing you when I felt your hands on the back of my head, pressing me against the mess I was making of your crotch.“Uh-uh,” I teasingly hummed. ”The guys were amazed at this, and they only stared.Roger smiled and said to her: “That’s what I like to hear from you, babe. Now that you’re more properly dressed, parade around the clearing and show the guys what tits and ass are supposed to look like in motion. Shake your ass for us.”She smiled then. She was ambivalent on the abuse and humiliation, at least she tried to be. She knew that at times it really turned her on. But she did like to display herself. She strode around the circle of.