Her skin was just lightly brown but that could be attributed to the sun by those who saw her only fully clothed.Trisha had seen her in the altogether ...ecause the Atlanta finals were in a baseball stadium of all places and the female owners and workers showered in a huge shower room down the first base line and the males had to stay in their less fancy stalls over by the bleachers. The showers were absolutely necessary because of the constant running to show off their animals to their best. “I tried, Mrs. Vandermeer,” I whispered, sincerity coloring my words. “I really did try.”“I know you did. Still, trying isn’t always good enough. I expect perfect obedience. Such as right now. I want to see you piss yourself, Miss Spencer. I am going to teach you when to come and when not to come. When to piss and when not to piss. I am going to teach you how to be the perfect fuck toy. Is that understood?”“Yes, Ma’am.”I’m not sure she actually heard my words, soft as they were. Still, she. I was now constantly moaning and sometimes screaming in pain as he started slapping my ass with his other hand. He was spanking me very hard leaving a mark on my left cheek. My pussy got so wet that it was making dirty noises which only added to his and to my excitement.Simon was lucky as he was able to get a good sideview of us fucking. He had taken his cock out now and was stroking himself furiously enjoying the view. Her tits were bouncing all over the place and her face was red and wet from. “Not really,” she replied, temptingly pulling at the string of her own bikini. “More like paving the road,” she said, pulling the small fabric piece off her body. “Does it give you any ideas?” Dave chuckled and dropped his shorts to the deck. Kayla reached up for him. “You remember those stolen kisses?” she asked him. “I do,” Dave said. “They’re freely granted now,” she said, “and available anywhere on this body that you would like.” “Let’s start here,” he said, kneeling beside her and tenderly.