Her free hand darted into her robes and pulled out a vial. She popped off the cork with a practiced movement and placed it at the head of my cock as h...r fingers massaged inside my pussy."Oh, Faoril," I gasped as she brushed a bundle of nerves."You do have the spot," Faoril beamed. "And does it affect your cock?" Yes," I moaned as she attacked the bundle of nerves. My pussy clenched and relaxed as she stroked harder and harder. The pleasure shot up to the tip of my cock. Pressure built. My body. ‘Kiss me Bill … I want to taste myself’. I pressed my cum soaked lips and face against hers. ‘Yes it’s definitely my cum Bill’. ‘Yes Jenny what did you think it was’? ‘I was so out of it Bill to be honest I didn’t know if I was cumming or if I was peeing’. I heard the caravan door open and glancing over my shoulder there was Bob, shorts and pants round his ankles, stroking his cock; it was impressive with a good girth. ‘She’s ready for you now Bill time to fuck her … go on lad help yourself,. I raised my rams over my head and locked my fingers. As I looked up and curved my back into a deeper stretch, I felt my skirt rise and tickle the backs of my thighs where Master had spanked them and marked them with his belt. My pussy tightened at the sensation. I felt tempted to bend over and touch my toes, thereby flashing whoever was seated behind me in the café. Master would never approve, I decided, and so I modestly did slow twists and side bends. My mind wandered back. “Bend over,” he. I was currently standing outside, in the back yard of my Grandma'ssuburban home. It was a fairly large back yard, which was fortunatebecause we were holding a party and there were a lot of people. Therewas even a local garage band called Scales that was set up in the farcorner, providing live music.Though it would have been nice thinking of this as a welcome home partyin my honor, the truth was that it was actually a birthday party for mybrother Aaron. He'd just turned eleven, though I.