I lay between them and began to lap at her bald, wet cunt. I could taste her boyfriends cum on it but mostly I could taste her. Debbie wrapped one leg...over my broad shoulders and used it to pull my face harder into her cunt. I used my tongue on her lips and clit and tried to push it inside. I have quite a long tongue so managed to get past her inner labia and lick the inside of her cunt, which she seemed to like. Her hands tangled in my hair and held my to her, her high heeled shoes scratched. In the cabin, before the fireplace Sasha was fighting her own personal war. She felt like a cross between a little girl and a full grown woman, she wanted her Papa to hold her, tell her the old stories, tuck her into bed but part of her wanted to feel his stiffness, the hardness she'd felt the previous night, she wanted to climb into his bed, she wanted him to love her, love her like a woman; open her, split her, even hurt her the first time, there had to be a first time but then she would be. Still, they were wondering if you might serve them as a wife would serve, when they travel about the country, plus at their house in LA. Understand, you would be the wife for the entire household, cleaning, cooking, and serving them all in the night. You would not be free, but like in prison ... not in a tiny cell but in a locked house. From time to time I might even visit for a meal or whatever hospitality offered ... Of course, were you to escape, then it would be very bad. But I wonder, are. “Uhh, I think, ahh! I’m-!! AHH!!” Taylor held his breath as grabbed her ass, hardly able to contain himself as he came in Samira’s mouth. Surprised at the sudden fluid in her mouth, she drew back, only to get squirted in the face. As she listened to Taylor’s breathing slow down she wiped her face. She turned her head and smiled “Having fun?” He brought his fingers back into her pussy and began finger fucking her again “Obviously”. He shaped his fingers into a hook fashion, rubbing her inside.