"Oh Angel, you are a manipulativelittle thing, but in such a cute way. Hmm.. lets change things around,stand up and take your lovely sweater off." Y.....yes Mistress," I say, with a sigh, getting myself off the couch andstanding before her.My sweater has already ridden up over my hips, and hers has too... I cansee the intoxicating flash of my mistresses blue panties, between her darkstocking thighs. I pause staring at the glimpse, my hands gripping the hemof the sweater. Mistress grins and tugs. Eventually everyone was up and ready and we headed up to the vendor area to get some food. All of us were up, but we didn't seem to be really awake yet. Never fear, Glenn had a cure for that. He knew just how to get our blood flowing this morning. He stopped at the vendor selling Wicked Weasels and picked out a transparent white suit and told Lisa to undress and put it on.She grinned and quickly stripped out of her clothes and, with the help of the vendor, pulled the revealing little piece of. She liked me. She thought we had something going and wanted to see where the relationship would go. That was the good part. Short, but good. The rest was embarrassing. Like a little kid, I was being taken to the woodshed for a good spanking. “Can’t you control yourself? I understand that it was our first time. You were excited. You lost control. I get it. It happens.” I tried to interrupt to explain that I was embarrassed and that cuming that quick had never happened to me before. She cut me. The twitch made her eyes blaze with desire. “Your cock’s gorgeous.” And as Angela bent forward, it was in her mouth. She might only have been sixteen, but Angela had clearly sucked cock before. My hard rod found the back of her throat as she slid down while holding my hairy root. Vibrations filled the spongy entrance to her throat as she moaned her delight at having taken my cock. “Fuck in hell!” I murmured, as I listened to the soft muted moans of her pleasure as she sawed her mouth up and.