It sounded like a white vintage telephone. Her eyes opened.“Hi.”“Hi Samantha.” I placed her left hand on my hip.“What would you like to do?�...� she said very sweetly though her lips didn’t move.I hesitated before I said, “Fuck?”“Mmmm. I like that sound of that. Let’s get started. Put me however you like.”I moved closer to her, pressing my body. Her breasts felt hard on me. I rolled on top of her. I think by accident. Or did she move me?“Will you call me, big boy? It really turns me on."“Yes.” She. My heart is racing as his hand moves to stroke my face. His voice is barely a whisper. "You have no idea how much I've missed you. Seeing you again has made me realise that I was the fool all those years ago." "What do you mean?" I ask him. He slips a hand round my waist and leans towards me. He stops so close to my face that I can smell his aftershave. I try not to get too turned on as he brushes his lips across my cheek to my ear, pulling me closer while doing so. I close my eyes, leaning. As she stepped forward she had to take it all off, and Nick noted that when Sid scooted forward to help in pulling her pants off, Tracy pushed him off and threw her pants in his face. Following the mood of the small crowd, Tracy reportedly arranged herself above the bottle, naked from the bellybutton down, and lowered her thick fleshy slit onto the long smooth tip of the same bottle in its place on the chair. As she made contact, the bottle magically disappeared up into her, Tracy’s pussy. "Yes," said Misty, staring at the floor. Beth nodded."That won't do, Beth," directed Eric. "I need a verbal response. Are you submitting to us of your own free will?" he repeated."Yes," Beth replied. While her face may not have shown it, a torrent of various emotions and feelings were raging through Beth's body: anticipation at what would happen next, electric thrill at knowing she would soon be on the receiving end of a spanking from Eric, humiliation at knowing she would have to bare her.