I am rubbing my breasts against your chest and grinding my hips against your hard cock. I ask you to tell me again what is it that you want from me be...ause I love to hear it. You say you want my wet, hot pussy. Mmmmmmmm, I say teasingly. Not yet!My tongue travels over your chest and down to the heat of your loins. I lick the inside of your thighs and bathe you with kisses all the way to your toes lovingly sucking each one. I hear your soft moaning and I feel so good knowing that what I am doing. Zeenat replied, "yes I am done, just cleaning up". He was just waiting for her to say that, he came closer to her and started to dust the flour off her. He said, "you clean the kitchen, let me clean you my good girl." Zeenat was washing utensils in the sink, and he was touching her all over and dusting off the flour. He started with the side of her legs, and then moved on to her hips. He took his time patting her hips properly till he dusted them off (lots of casual touching). Zeenat was super. That was odd, because Jan was astonishingly neat for a 12-year-old - for anyone, really - and quite fastidious. Seeing the crisp jeans and the yellow tee-shirt - which were due for replacement soon, because Jan, at 12, was growing awfully fast, all of a sudden - on the floor made me frown in surprise. Doubly so because they hadn't been there that morning, when I left for work. So Jan had come home, tossed the jeans and shirt on the floor and - what?I started toward the little spiral stairway. She was spitting blood and whimpering as she lay there. Jill’s fingers started to move over her clit just a bit more as the man grabbed the girl by the hair and brought her over to the rack. He picked her up and as he was doing this the girl in her one act of defending herself lashed out with her foot and kicked the man in the side making him drop her on the table. This act by the girl she learned was a mistake as the man closed his fist and caught her in the nose. Jill was amazed to see that.