One time she made me masturbate in them till the fabric got drenched and she would make lick them clean then punished me for my sluttish attitude. Ano...her time she covered my panties with whipped cream and made me walk with them and whenever some cream seeps out she would wipe it with her fingers and lick it to excite me even more.I really love her because she can come up with a totally new theme almost every couple of days, and this makes life highly pleasurable and interesting. The one time. Let the legs go, ya know?" No, no," Ellen muttered with downcast eyes, struggling to get up from the chair."You'll do what I say and when I say it, ya hear me!" he shouted threateningly and reached out, yanking her roughly by the wrist back to her original position on the arm of his chair.Cash's eyes danced with lewd amusement at the image of Ellen's ripely firm breasts quivering in the air from their struggle. He reached up with an almost overwhelming feeling of lewd power to the lusciously. You never really had a thing for guys, they always ended up something of a friend but you never fell for one. Instead, lately you realised that you were thinking of girls and women more and more in that way. Of course there was the usual girl crush when you grew up, your room was still plastered with posters of Mila Kunis, Nathalie Portman, Vanessa Hudgens & Ashley Tisdale, Rihanna, Shakira, Arianna Grande, Selena Gomez, Miranda Cosgrove and few minor, not so famous actresses and singers.. I asked him why he was stroking himself and he told me it felt good. He told me he would show me something that only men did, felt great and if I wanted, I could do it with him. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but wanted to be seen as “a big boy”. He sat on the couch, with his now hard penis sticking out of the flap of his Navy pants. He told me to get down, between his legs. I did and he took my hand and put it on the shaft of his penis. It seemed so big, so hot and soft. He told me.