"Bree's hand didn't move. She smiled and said innocently, "Is that what the problem is? I have many women who have pleased me who are married." Bree l...oked around for someone she knew and then whispered to Maggie, "Go over to the brunette by the bar in the red and tell her Bree wants to see her."Maggie said, loud enough for her sister to hear, "Yes, Mistress."Susanne watched silently as her sister walked over to a slightly chubby, but glamorously dressed, brunette at the bar sipping a. I felt kind of proud of myself…LOLMy fingers slipped out of her pussy as Brittany turned to her side with her pants still at her knees. She started to laugh and cry at the same time as she rubbed her clit. “Oh my God, James, oh my God, you don’t know how much I needed that…FUCK” she panted. As she was saying that I was busy taking off my pants releasing my hardened cock,. I laid beside her and entered her dripping pussy. “FUUCCCKKK” Brittany screamed. “Yes, that is exactly what I’m. This is too far. I step immediately back, mindless apologies rolling off my lips, and try to find somewhere else to look, something else to see. There is nothing else, and my mind reels, displaying details missed in first assessment. A steel nipple ring throwing light from her left breast. One small birthmark high on her right thigh which somehow still doesn’t classify as a blemish. Her neat shave, a day’s stubble beginning to show. God, stop, it’s too much… ‘It’s alright, you know.’ ‘Wha–‘ ‘I. And then he sees the glint, seductive, evil and cunning in his friend's sky blue eyes and his heart flips.The pale silk of his long coat does nothing to hide his burning hot want and the Lakotain drops to his knees before him, nuzzling his lower belly, his hands running up the inside of his bare hairless legs to his knees, and easing them apart. He makes a noise, low in his throat, something like a purr, a pleased sound at the very least. Skilled fingers part the silken folds of the coat and.