Something about that pounding music brought back his pain from last night. There must have been a party going on downstairs while he was chained up in...the playroom.Smannell, HampshireMistress Anna slipped seamlessly between the party celebrating her and Molly's sixteenth birthday (dob 14/02/2003) downstairs and punishing her man-slut upstairs.Downstairs Emma, Ellie, Sarah and Justine all dressed in obscenely short shiny party frocks were dancing very close to the pounding Eurythmics. I blew a fake kiss at him. “Not bad, but I’ve been plunged deeper.” That took the wind out of his sails. He went and sat next to Jarred.I’m an orally fixated gal. As Brit started thrusting faster, (I’d swear he was shoving a whole ruler’s worth into me now) I grabbed Paul’s pork stick and pulled it up so he was riding my tits a little higher. Then I could pucker up and let his cock in between my lips on each thrust.Then Brit kicked into gear, and all I thought for the next ten minutes was,Unh!. And when people kept asking her to sing with the band, it was almost like, "Peter who?"Robbie's dad hadn't come home until the party was breaking up. He looked around, clicked his tongue a couple times, shook his head, but didn't say anything. Yesterday, I was up at the crack of dawn, even though it was a Saturday, and over at Robbie's house cleaning the mess. It was amazing the amount of trash that forty middle schoolers could make. Then I disassembled the stage and stored it in the utility. . I mean...”Bill pulled away slightly and Jessica could sense him undoing his shorts. Moments later his bare cock was nestled against her warm ass as he used one foot to move her own legs apart.“You were such a little slut with him. You’d dress up like a slut before coming over and you’d go home smelling like cum. When you came over, by the time you left the whole house would stink like you’d been fucking a dozen guys.”“No ... it wasn’t ... not that way ... no ... oh, God!” Jessica moaned as.