I smiled. Looks like somebody got their house papered. I remembered the time my friends and I papered Sue's house. I had a crush on Sue and talked my ...riends into papering her house. We stopped at Safeway and bought thirty rolls. We parked down the street and snuck up to the house. It was after 11 and the only illumination was from a street light down the block. I threw the first roll high into her tree and watched as it bounced down through the branches trailing toilet paper behind. It bounced. “Mmpph, you’re kicking my ribs,” he mumbled, face planted in my steamy crotch. I set my feet on the back of the couch and circled my clit on his bristly mustache. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Almost there.” My right leg wobbled, making my thigh slap his left cheek. He slipped a finger in my gooey slit.I growled as the orgasm swelled to a glorious climax. My concentration shattered, I dropped out of the air like a quivering, zaftig anvil. I landed in Jacob’s arms, squirting all over his body.He held. He had cut or burned the clitoris off quite a few slave girls in the past; some, like Lila, were playthings, from the beginning destined to be snuffed at the Sheik's pleasure, others were regular slave girls who, for one reason or another, had displeased Al-Mansour and were now to be de-clitted prior to their long and torturous demise. Most of them, naturally, cried in terror, begged for mercy, for their freedom, to be spared the mutilation or, at least to be given some anesthetic. Some, the. "Angel bit her lip but removed her covering. She had planned to make things up to her guy for her behavior the night before, so she was wearing a silky chemise and a pair of panties."Take your underwear off," Derrick ordered. Angel stopped walking. She steeled herself and slipped the silken garment down her thighs before assuming her spot over Derrick's legs. She had barely put her stomach across his thighs when his hand found its way to her soft ass cheek with a loud crack.Angel jumped.