Jessica’s fingers had long moved from teasing herself to sliding as deep into her, for now unable to fulfil her body’s longing for more, and faste..., making her as aggressive as she had felt back then. She used that old and long forgotten hatred to push – punch – herself closer and closer to the edge with a furiosity she only ever felt when completing important assignments way past midnight, knowing that she would suffer the consequences for days but unable to choose different.For some reason it. My pussy gets wetter as i feel your thumb press against my clit." mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yessssssssssssssss oh god yessssssssssssss fuck me ken... fuck me!!!!!!" I scream. I feel my pussy squeeze your cock hard as I cum, whimpering. I feel you continue to pound my pussy as your cock throbs in me. You suck my nipple as you cum, your hard cock shooting all your cum into me. Resting my head on your shoulder, panting."Mmmmmmm," i moan smiling, "I knew this trip was going to be amazing the minute I. That was out of the question. I had no experience withfeminine clothing. I had no desire to wear it. If I did, it would havebeen or my own purposes; not to serve or entertain someone else. Theyneeded to understand this.After a long time lost in thought, I picked up the TV remote and startedthe DVD from the beginning. I saw the young man and the masked tortureragain. I let the grim scene continue. The masked man turned to face thecamera. He had a large, erect penis. He said something, muffled by. “Sweetie, I haven’t drank from the fountain for almost 48 hours and I am very thirsty.” “I too, Bob, am very hungry today.” After kissing and rubbing each other like teenagers. Bob got down to business. “How does the boss want it today?” “I need you sucking my clit. Can you do that for your principal, Dean Perkins? Just make believe it’s a little cock and take it all in. And please teach me another way to do it, Bob.” Perkins walked her over to the couch and helped her out of her skirt. She was.