Her nipples were hard. Harder than I ever saw before.“You not mad are you?” she asked.No I am not I told her. I would not mind seeing more.We head...back to our room. We hurried up and jump in bed. I go to massage her breast and pull on her nipples just like the young black guy did.Helen tells me it was so exciting having a young black man play with her breast. She wants to do it again and I said yes.We fucked hard and fell asleep in each other’s arms.It was getting into the evening. We got. Right up until the "moment", that is."Hey, Robert." Hiya, Hon. Sleep well?" Yeah. Is that toast?" Yep. I made it for you. I already ate." Thanks."She sat down and began to spread jelly over the toast, while I savored my second cup of coffee. I wondered whether I would get any yard work done today. It all depended on the adorable little eighth-grader sitting across the table from me, looking just as innocent and carefree as one might expect.A girl her age has little in her life to engender a. I put her down and shoved my tongue deep into her mouth and she returned my kiss with hers. My hand reached up her skirt to her panty-less crotch and I felt the smooth baldness of her pussy. She knew that I liked her shaved and had clearly planned to impress.I reached past her mound to her soaking wet pussy. She was in heat! I decided to tease her clit for a while, hoping that it would both drive her crazy and punish her for all the years she made me wait to do this with her. I found her clit. "Now get over to the whipping bench, and lie on your back." Once on it, You fastened my wrists, ankles, waist and neck, tightly to the loops, with rubber straps. I noticed there was a rubber sheet on the floor, under the bench, and also one draped over it. Things were becoming very clear! My mouth was about to be used as a washing machine, to launder Your filthy stockings, and god knows what else! You brought out a wire mouth spreader device, forced open my mouth and installed it there. My jaw.