He pours the oil onto my pussy. He slides his fingers between the folds of my vagina. I am so wet and I start to moan. He puts several more fingers in...my wet pussy, and I start to gyrate over his hand. His fingers feel so good. Mark spreads my pussy lips wide, with his tongue and begins to tongue fuck me deep and hard. He takes my hands, and criss crosses them, and ties them to the headboard, with the silk scarves from the box. He restrains my legs with the other scarves. I hear many zippers. Itll be our little secret. She giggled, a sound I will never tire of. Slowly, she pulled the sheets off of my body, exposing my rock hard prick to her sultry gaze. Her eyes were glued to it, pre-cum oozing from my piss slit as each downward pull opened it up a little wider. She licked her lips again, and slowly her head moved down towards my prick. Would you like me to suck it, Brian? Her mouth was inches from my shaft, her hot breath causing it to jump with each exhale. I couldnt talk, as a. She yowled like a beaten cat as he entered her. She had never known such relief though the desire to have him was sated the desire for more grew to a fever that shook her whole body. And yet again the hand came down with yet further reproach. How she was a common harlot, how she belonged in a Bangkok brothel, how she would gladly take any sailor with tuppence to spend on her charms. And at that moment, she knew it was all too true, for too long she had let her desires go unsatisfied, and it had. It was left to Sharon to answer. “The more’s the merrier,” she said supporting Tracey around the waist. “Of course you fucking can!” Buttercup knelt in front of the two girls and stretched an arm out onto Tracey’s knee. The hand was warm and firm, and Tracey shuddered. “I’d be so grateful!” Buttercup pleaded, her hand stroking up and down Tracey’s thigh which burned from the feel of it (or was it from all the scratches and bruises she had?) And then, sensing a lack of resistance, Buttercup.