“Cheeky bastard, Rosalind said, if you’re going to finger me put that thing where it’ll do more good.” Playfully I slapped her smartly on the ...ottom. It was like shifting into high gear! We began kissing and groping and I tweaked those amazing nipples of her. I grazed on her ear lobes, tugged at her hair. Rosalind twisted her body on the bed while I stood next to it pounding vertically into her and slapped her ass repeatedly. “Fuck me you prick” Rosalind hissed. The wine really seemed to bring. On my knees I push my ass into the air, spread my legs, strech out my arms and make sure my shoulder touching the ground. I can hear your footsteps walk around me as I continue to bow befor you , awaiting your approvle. I feel you reach down and touch my pussy, I want to push back, to show you how much I want you. But I hold still. "You may get up" I hear you across the room now. When did you stop touching me?I get up and follow you to the couch, but instead of sitting beside you I sit in. I'd do it, but I just don't have time. Bye!"Malcolm received the message without any real surprise. He knew Dr. Beatmen had talked of prescribing additional attire for his medical treatment wardrobe. She wanted him to have a greater variety of feminine items that would act as arousal aids for the black men that bring him his doses of their spermal medicine, Scumtoza. In a strange way, Malcolm desired more items of feminine finery, so that he could look more pleasing to the men who came by. She now had become very hot. She had long curly red hair and green eyes. She was 5’6” tall, 120 lbs and her breasts had filled out to a 34cc. Her body and legs were toned from 3 years of dance and mountain biking. I was going to go for a week camping trip during the summer to get away from it all. The wife had to work and the two younger daughters were in summer activities. I was packing up to go and Tiffany said that she wanted to go with me. I said no, but my wife thought that it would be a.