I loved to go down on her, to have her sit on my face. I loved burying my face in her bush, driving my tongue around and between her lips. I loved fuc...ing her with my tongue. I loved making her writhe and moan and cum and cum. And though my tongue was beaten and my mouth was sore and my arms were rubbery and my legs were numb and my cock, my tied-up cock, was painfully swollen, I absolutely had to please her. And though she had trapped me, assaulted me, abused me, humiliated and enslaved me, I. Your hands run through my hair, pulling my face into you. I pull your panties down, exposing your neatly trimmed pussy. Breathing in, your scent fills my senses, increasing my arousal, not realizing that was even possible. I lick your exposed thighs while my hands knead you buns, so full and firm. I blow on your pussy and watch as your lips begin to part, reacting to the warm air. I place my mouth completely over you and suck you into my mouth, teasing your pussy lips with my tongue, flicking. "You party girl, yes?" Kirstie grinned. Parties she understood. "I like parties!" "Yeah!" they roared and Kirstie smiled.The Africans were talking rapidly among themselves, and Kirstie could not understand them. She looked at her rescuer. His eyes met hers and she shivered. It was a strange, tingling shiver. She felt herself moisten and was shocked. No man had ever made her react like this. He was a big male animal and he wanted her. Just like all these other men wanted her, she realized. She. ”Flustered looking, Heather hurriedly does up her bra and buttoned her blouse, blushing all the while. Tabitha winks at her and strolls out of the restroom and back to class. That was the only class Tabitha has with Heather, but just like every day, she sees the girl in the hall between periods. After second period Tabitha watches the girl slip back into the restroom. Now is my chance. She reaches into her locker and pulls out a large, pink dildo. When Steven had taken her home to get a new.