She wrapped her arms around his neck and burrowed her fingers in his hair. He let out a decided “mmmm” and put his hands on her hips and pulled he... closer. She moved and placed a knee between his legs. He let his hand drift around and come to rest on her ass. It was wrapped in a pencil skirt that came just above the knee and was nearly stretched to its limits by the position she was in. She made a fist and grasped the hair in her hands and pulled his head back a little.“Like what you feel?” She. She had chosen to leave a tiny little landing strip, shaped like a small, narrow oval, which extended upward from the very front of her cleft for perhaps an inch and a half; otherwise, smooth as a baby’s bottom. At this point my cock had executed the full ‘sproinngg!’ maneuver, and was pressing tightly to the inside of my zipper as I admired her. I whistled low and long. “Very sexy, my dear! You look good enough to eat.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me lasciviously. “You’ll get no objections. “But I think we can make you uncomfortable in other ways. Slut, do you agree that you deserve a punishment for greedily monopolizing the sexual attention of so many boys?”“Yes, Mistress.” Kathryn’s voice was breathy, sultry, and turning Luke on to a degree he wasn’t entirely prepared for. He also saw the small quake that ran through her body every time Faith called her a slut.“Do you want to tell us all the bad things you’ve done, slut?”“No, Mistress.” As one of the potential answers, Luke was. The two girls were chattering so fast that I couldn't understand a word they said but I was sure I heard keywords like "dick" and "pussy". I was on the plump one's backside like I was her Siamese twin and was lucky enough to get my whole cock right between her legs because my shorts were too big for me after losing all that weight and my dick was free to stick out at a right angle. The little minx spread her legs for me pretending everything was normal for the benefit of the girl crushed up in.