I....I meant wh...white. Plain, old, boring white. I ..I...I just wanted it to be sexier,” I apologize quickly, silently cursing my nervous stutter....��Your good intentions are noted,” you say in a superior tone. “But you still were a naughty girl. You will still receive a punishment.”I shudder as I reply, “Yes, Cameron.”"That is not my title to you!” comes another rebuke from the phone."No sir! It is not, sir!” I say playing my part well."That's a good girl. Now, where we?” I don't answer because. She began to slide it in and out of her shaved cunt, tentatively, staring at herself in the mirror--her pretty face red with embarrassment and violated modesty, but still betraying a reluctant but eager sexual excitement.The dildo was heavily veined and ridged and covered with knots and bumps; the very sight of it disappearing into her bare, slick hole and sliding out again, visibly stirring and flipping her swollen pussy lips, was the filthiest thing she had ever seen. Luanne stared at herself. I didn't want him to stop fucking but he did just for a moment to raise my ass high enough so that i i was on my knees. He then stood over me and entered me again from behind, a slightly different angle, but this time he fucked me really hard, so hard i was loudly crying out in pain and pleasure. It's a good job the house was secluded from other houses in the area.I noticed as we were fucking that John was also still wearing his stockings. This made my cock so hard i thought i would cum without. She didn't know how much time passed, but she heard her phone going off in her purse. She managed to pull herself up in a sitting position, as she dug in her purse to find her phone. She read the text from Brian – “Where are you?! I want you home in fifteen minutes!!” She opened the back door. It was nearly dark outside. She opened her driver’s door, sat, started the car, and journeyed home, processing what had just happened, and what would happen when she got home. Ten minutes later She.