Breanne screamed out loud, arousing the audience, as the ice phallus penetrated her to the core. She bucked madly, trying to dislodge the icy intruder... but Price anticipated her movements, sliding the now melting phallus in and out hard. But even as Breanne’s brain was processing the insane cold emanating from her groin, Melanie and Sade both lowered their hands, holding the matching bowls beneath Breanne’s breasts. She felt the wave of heat, but couldn’t react before both Melanie and Sade. They were filthy by now, of course. That wouldn’t do, they would have to bathe, I told myself while slipping my hand under Angie Everhart’s dress to fondle her sweet ginger ass. I was very glad that she went commando that day.“Master ... I’m already loving today! Satisfaction at seeing Harvey Weinstein bite the dust ... and this. Which reminds me, where are their souls now?” Angie asked me as she bit her bottom lip in response to my finger going up her bum.“Hell, of course!” I answered as I. “Are you wet, slut?” you asked me between and I nodded and pressed my mouth against yours, not wanting to break the connection. “Show me,” you said. “Lift your skirt so I can see how wet my slut is.” I grasped the hem and lifted it slowly. I felt the air hit the bottom of my ass cheeks and felt as the cloth moved over the opening of my dripping cunt. I was on display, the plug sticking out of my ass. I felt very grateful for the blindfold. I felt your hand cup my pussy and I felt one then two. “You two get the music on. Not too loud, Hayley. Dave and I will go get the drinks.” I followed her into the caravan and she grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, which I took out to Phil. When I went back into the caravan, Allison was mixing us a Bacardi and coke. "Sit down and tell me about you and the guys you are traveling with.” Allison looked out the door, then shut it and came and sat next to me at the table. "They are dancing, so we can leave them alone for a bit," she said. I told.