At Penn Station in Baltimore, Charles and the Bentley waited to collect Harriet and Clive. They travelled in style to the house just outside with a fr...ntage down to the water. Dinner was relaxed and pleasant. The following morning, Mr VanDaemon was out first thing, and Mrs VanDaemon left soon after for her Committee of the Congressional Women’s Equality Commission. Harriet ran along the corridor and into Clive’s room, slid into bed with him after telling the housekeeper she could leave that. I reach out and cup your left breast and bend my head to lick and tease your already hardening nipple. I take your right breast in my other hand and start to move in slow circles, gently massaging as I do so. I feel your hands fumbling with my shirt and I move so that you have better access. The gasp that escapes you as my shirt comes away from my body and shows my body to you makes me smile. I let my eyes close in anticipation and am soon rewarded when I feel your warm mouth close over my. Paul got behind me and smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The sound of his palm hitting my butt echoed through the speakers along with my screams. The expressions of mine were so seductive.“doesn’t it hurt?” Alex asked me out of the blueI looked at him for a minute, “it does,” I replied“then why didn’t you stop him from hitting you?” he asked“the pleasure took over the pain,” I replied. I was completely aroused by now.Paul pulled my hair and pulled me back. My boobs and my erect nipples were now on. Lithelittle bodies squirmed about on the sheets, voices cried out only matchedby the sounds of squelching liquids. Lubricant slicked cocks buried intowell-worn and even better trained asses or plugged plump, pursed lips.Judging by the look of them, there were about ten and all of them had to bearound Allison's age. Each one looked as feminine as could be with theircreamy soft skin and fair features. It was obvious to Cassandra that theyhad been up to it since morning the way the silk, pink bed.