Doris heaved her body up, a final useless struggle as Ella began to draw down the knickers. "Stop it!" she cried out. "What do you think you're doing!...Ella laughed. "What the fuck do you think I'm doing, slut. I'm taking off your knickers."There was nothing Doris could do to stop Ella pulling down her knickers, a few inches only at first, just enough to expose a neatly trimmed triangle of black hair. A little further then, to the top of her thighs. Jennifer dipped her head to Doris's tits and. “Show us what you got, babe.” At this point Alana did something quite unexpected. Instead of just stripping, she paused. Turning to Brandon, she said, “Do you really want me to do this, sweetheart? Because once I start, you know it’s not going to stop.” Brandon stood there, more confused than ever about what was gong on. This was Artemesia’s idea—that is, Alana’s idea—not his. Why did she wait until now to ask what he wanted? Of course he didn’t want it! He was looking like a fool, as if he. As Ibecome a woman, I have to have the ability deep within myself to towerover cringing males and demand their obeisance and their fear. MistressMelissa is the best woman in the world to teach me this lesson.Now that I fully understood what my role would be in conjunction withMistress Melissa, I reversed my fears and became anxious to meet thisformidable woman. So I was amazed that Mistress Melissa was about 5'1"tall and must have weighed all of 100 lbs. She had a blonde pixie hairdo and "the. She looked up at me with a big smile and slowly, but very intentionally, let her legs spread apart.I smiled back and slowly moved my hand up her thigh, watching closely for any signs of protest. When my fingers brushed against those white panties with no objection, I couldn’t resist slipping a finger under the fabric. It melted right into a very wet, warm, ready pussy. “Ohhhh,” she moaned. I worked it in and out, giving both of us a thrill, then, as much as I loved finger fucking the young,.