.. cock... do... you... like... best???"There was a loud, sobbing moan, filled with crazed pleasure and a hint of pain, that Emily thought was either ...ours, Mrs. Winter, or Yours, Mistress. It was kind of hard to tell. Michelle might've been saying something more than that, but it was hard to tell, as her lust-crazed freckled face was firmly planted between another new cheerleader's slim, ebony thighs while Mrs. Winter fucked her. Tamara – sexy, sassy, Tamara, – was busy writhing on the edge. "Let's," I said. Hand in hand we headed to the back office. The assistant paused before answering, studying both of us. She agreed."Dinner's at 7. We're buying," said my sister. When told where, the assistant's eyes went wide. "You don't need to dress up. We're having a casual night. You like jazz?"Unfamiliar with it, she wanted to learn. "How old are you?" she asked me."Old enough," I said.She grinned. "For what?'Nothing charming or witty came to mind. I didn't want to be crude or obvious. She. “Girl can change her mind can’t her,” Dolly says as she starts working her cunt muscles to milk cum out of Tommy’s cock.Tommy were humping like a good un, worried that they was making train late. His knob end were banging against summat like a sledge hammer in a velvet glove, or so he thought as he deamily banged her.“How the fuck did she fail the Hooers exam if she bangs like that?” Stationmaster queried.“They can’t understand me accent,” Dolly replied.“What about Hull?” Tommy asked.“Failed. The Tasting-Sluts were in more official outfits: matching sting and bra, hold-ups, mini skirt, tiny top and heeled boots. All of them in black. We were in the dining room with a big table and 9 glasses on it. The Pissing-Sluts went on the table one next to the other on their knees with their legs spread. The tiny skirts covered just their cunts but showed of the straps and the tops of the stockings. The Tasting-Sluts took place on the chairs in front of the Pissing-Sluts. I took of the skirt of.