She let out a groan.I moaned in answer, nodding my head. I wanted to know. I wanted this ball gag off. But ... I had to accept my punishment. This is ...hat I craved. I sighed, squirming on my bed, the mattress springs creaking beneath me.I glanced at the clock. It was 8:17 the next morning. Twenty-four hours ago, my parents were such hippies. Despite their BDSM sex life that they must share with my aunt, they treated me with such kid gloves. That absorbed all this nonsense about talking to me. Amy complied and spread her legs wider showing howbeautiful her body was. Her flat tummy led to her verywet cunt that was open and had several fingers fromMarie and Deborah inside her. They were fucking herfaster and harder making her groan in pleasure as sheorgasmed over and over again. The cushion beneath her was soaked with her juices andDeborah took advantage of her wetness and began to pusha finger inside her asshole. It was so wet that it slideasily inside her. Amy moaned again from this. "Having made up her mind, Millie then kept the panties she'd sniffed and tasted as she finally slipped out of the basement. They would be, she planned, her calling card when she passed through the door into a whole new world of sex.She waited until the next day, until they were alone in the house. The situation couldn't have been more perfect as she entered her parents' bedroom and found her mother tidying up the dresser drawers."Anything new turn up missing, Mom?" Millie casually asked from. And I was a man with a pulse. I was drawn to Wanda like a moth to the proverbial flame. I basically ‘accidentally’ ran into her quite a lot, and we talked a few times. One day, I asked her out. She accepted. Back then, she was smitten with me. I was a bit surprised. Fine young black women like her were usually drawn to thugs. I wasn’t a thug. I was a southern gentleman living in New England. My speech wasn’t ghetto. My manners were immaculate. And my diction was smooth. I went to class. I went.