Ilsa took Melanie's hand the two girls did as they were told. What on earth was this? Ilsa thought.They looked at each other, and in the direction of ...he voice. They could just make out, then, the outline of Marsha Crow's head, to the right."Let's see a nice, tender kiss between girlfriends," Marsha Crow said to them.Melanie swallowed. She, too, wondered what the teacher had in store for them. Was she going to make them perform, or something?"Well, what are you waiting for? You had no problems. It almost sounded like someone else's voice as I held on to his head, fucking his face with all my might as he struggled to breath while simultaneously swallowing the veritable river that was squirting from within my pussy which by then had become an aching cunt demanding to be satisfied at any cost to him. As my orgasm exploded I felt an unfamiliar feeling and was at once aware that I was literally cumming like a man, only producing much more than a man. I'd always been self-conscious of the. Misty was acutely aware of her helplessness, her wrists held over her head by heavy manacles, her pettycoat a ragged ruin that clung tenuously to her voluptuous body. The Count paused before her, eyeing her boldly. When his eyes met hers, their gaze locked for a long moment. Involuntarily, her lower lip trembled, and tears rose to cloud her vision. With a tight, knowing smile, the Count stepped forward, his hand rising to caress her cheek. Instinctively, her head moved toward him, her lips. Sound good?” “What you want, when you want. What does that mean?” I asked warily. She kissed me again, harder though and touched my face, “Just what it sounds like baby.” My eyes wandered to Eve who was still miraculously perched atop my stomach. There was no help there, she was in no mood to think over the ramifications of this little deal, or anything else aside from getting what she wanted as soon as possible. “O-ok Brook.” I stammered. She grinned evilly and gave me a peck on the.