After couple of days I couldn’t sleep in the night and I was thinking about the incident and Mala was not facing me properly and talking to me as us...al, I volunteered myself and preferred the time for chat when my colleague was not at home, he has habit of cigarette smoking, I gathered courage and asked her sorry once again for the that night incident and justified that it was an accident. She said its OK and it relieved me a lot. Since then my thoughts was all about her pussy and her. The next thing she remembered, the gag was gone but her mouth was filled, now with Alana’s tongue. Alana stopped kissing her long enough to say, “Now you are my fuck-toy. Totally. Right?” Liz nodded. “Now say it. Say it in words.” Liz didn’t feel that her mouth was going to work, but it did, and the strange words came out of her. Once they started, they didn’t seem to stop. “Yes, I’m your fuck-toy, I’m your fuck-toy, I’m your fuck-toy, I’m your FUCK-TOY! Make me your Fuck Toy!...” Alana. " Let's continue into the square. I'm surprised that no one has requested me, yet." Ula, you look willing but not submissive. Maybe I just need to bend you over and fuck your ass so people will see how much you enjoy sex." That would be fine with me. Where do you want me bent over?" Catch that wall with your hands." She bent forward and put her hands on the wall. She spread her legs to give me room between her thighs. With no foreplay, I pushed into her ass until my pelvis slapped her butt. "We have a collection of women's clothes. We got dresses...bras...the wholepackage deal," he said embarrassed."And how did you come by these clothes?" Ann smiled.Joan entered the picture wearing her bathrobe. The men in front of herdidn't seem to care about her feminine figure, wet hair, and how she wasbrushing her teeth like a flirt. "Just make the trade, so we can go tobreakfast," Joan said impatiently."Okay, bring it over," Ann allowed. It wouldn't be her clothes thatwere being traded.