From your cute red pantied butt to your candy apple lipsticked lips that suck so well, you really have the submissive slave mind that I am looking...for. I am calling you back for a second audition, which, if you pass, will make you my slave. Be warned, some of your final audition will be quite embarassing and humiliating for you, but isn't that what you really want? You will appear at my home at xxxx Street at precisely 3:00 o'clock Tuesday. You will drive into the opened. Rachel squirmed a little, working her steaming pussy around against Marylou's hand and arching her back slightly. Marylou gave her another kiss, then slid down. She drew Rachel's cotton dress up higher, exposing all of the dark girl's nubile loins and belly. Stretching out belly down, between Rachel's widespread thighs, Marylou stared hungrily at the girl's pussy."Christ--your cunt is like a fucking swamp," she rasped.Rachel giggled. It had been no insult, coming from a girl who was eager to. He reminded himself never to host a party at his place again—a resolution that had so far never been kept.With a new surge of nausea, he remembered his last night's companion. In shock over the realization, he turned his head one iota too quickly, feeling the hammering of his every heartbeat pounding through his brain. Fuck, this hurt!—not only his brain; his eyes too. The stories were true: booze was the liquid version of Photoshop. What had he been thinking? The answer starts with bee but has. Jansen secured a strap around my waist and tightened up on the chains a bit to hold me still. I wasn’t able to wiggle around so much, so the ladies had an easier time tickling their targets. I could feel my pussy dripping down over my asshole. I was a horny mess. I wasn’t sure how much I could take, but I knew more was coming.“Next up, number seven! Those fat, thick pussy lips look lonely. I think they need some attention.”The tickling I was already enduring prevented me from focusing too much.