You begin feeling very submissive and I am loving it. I am feeling the power over you!After worshiping my feet for several minutes, I tell you to kiss...from my feet all the way up to my inner thigh, slow and sensual kisses that show your great appreciation for your ebony Goddess. You feel completely honored to be allowed to worship. You admire the way the pantyhose hugs the curves of my legs and this intense sight makes you want to drool. Looking down at the floor you begin begging to touch my. There was there was that one word Barbara had written… Eudeamon. It occurred to Katrina that it wasn’t the first time had seen that word written. While traveling through the city, she had seen it written here and there. Painted on walls, etched into park benches, carved into the bark of trees–that same word appeared again and again. At the time, she had dismissed it as simple graffiti, an intentional or accidental misspelling of the city’s name. It was a rather peculiar misspelling, though,. The best thing about it was that her mind had been diverted from the pain she was feeling between her legs. He was huge.Pretty soon she got into the rhythm though and soon forgot the pain side of it. Another pair of hands were even pinching her nipples now. She was in heaven. She began to wonder where John was. Were the hands on her tits his or was he just watching. Then it was obvious. Above all the commotion that was happening on the bed she heard a faint humming sound. A video camera. Lindsay had been given the same blind-fold don’t talk treatment before they walked her out and put her face down to Lori’s twat. From the second lick, she knew it was her mom. She knew well exactly what she tasted like.Lori knew these guys weren’t creative enough to come up with anything really interesting and a few moments into it she could tell that it was Lindsay going down on her. You can’t fuck with fuckers. I learned that long ago.Lori and Lindsay proceeded to put on a clinic in pussy.