She was wearing a leather skirt which was so brief that Mabel had caught a glimpse of dark pubic hair at Mildred's crotch each time the mistress of Ro...ily Manor moved. The halter was leather, too: a thin strip that barely concealed the firm, well-shaped but not overlarge breasts. Her breasts rose now, as Mildred drew in a deep breath."You deserve to be disciplined, don't you, Mabel?" Mildred hissed.Mabel nodded her head. From past experience she knew better than to speak. All that Mildred. His vision was fuzzed over almost completely, all he could see was a vague figure leaning over him. then, he felt a spray of water hit his face, shocking in it's cold, but at least it wet his eyes a bit. His vision cleared somewhat, showing Marcus leaning over him, holding a mister, grinning slightly to himself."Ah, yeah, um, didn't think about that, yeah, not used to this, still, I guess you ain't either, huh?"He could feel again, Marcus' hand resting on his leg, but it was still fuzzy, spread. I saw she was leaking some glistening liquid between her thighs…“My name is Rhonda and I know you name… is Slut…” She hissed.Rhonda then pushed on my back onto a king size bed. She crawled between my spread legs, until I felt his warm breath on my crotch.I moaned slightly, as her wet tongue parted my pussy lips and found my swollen clit. That old lesbian bitch really knew how to lick a cunt. She made me groan and cry in tears, begging for more.As I came on her wet mouth, she lifted her head and. As the morning continued and during breakfast my sister and cousin Claire too started coughing. The three of them said they were find but once the afternoon arrived and fire started their coughing became more frequent. Samantha and I for a change somehow behaved during the course of the day, but once nightfall arrived and after cleaning the kitchen after a great dinner, i decided to message the sexy young blonde girl as we sat with my family chatting. "What Christmas gift, are you gonna give.