From the moment I met her, Gemma exuded confidence, being very bubbly, talking to anyone who cared to listen and not afraid to flirt shamelessly with ...ither sex. In the early stages of our friendship, I was happy to follow Gemma’s lead but as time progressed, I too began to flirt enjoying the reactions of others and would often masturbate when I got home. Little by little, I was losing my shy side and becoming increasingly sexual. Where Gemma and I differed was in our choice of boyfriend,. ? That was such an erotic thought that I wanted to keeping goingas Peyton had commanded. I wanted to know how it felt.Peyton, panting and trembling next to me, watched as I continued torotate my fingers against my erection. I felt the pleasure climbing ata glacial pace, rising and rising. I thought I was going to come butinstead my body jerked and the pleasure waned a pace, forcing me tokeep going. Slowly, oh so slowly, I felt the pressure build untilfinally, with Peyton watching in rapt. "You've got my piss up your bum, Kate, and shit in your mouth! You're turning out to be quite the toilet girl! And we haven't even started the torture or the sex yet! Smith exclaimed happily, as he got up, pulling the poor girl with him. He undid each cuff and tied her spread-eagle on the table, shit falling from her mouth as she stood up. Lying on her back, he lifted up her black skirt and analysed her cunt. "Rather a nice one, probably quite warm, but ultimately, something you enjoy" he said. To distract her, I pulled her down on top of me and rolled onto her, sliding down and out of her cunt. I kissed my way down her body and soon had my face buried in her warm wet folds. She acted as if everything was normal or at least not abnormal.I took my time licking and nibbling and sucking all over her smooth pussy. My left hand did double duty on her breasts while my right explored her vagina. I knew her likes and dislikes and how she responded, so I played her like a well-tuned guitar,.