Claude is trying to catch it in his mouth, swallowing it and waiting for more as I squeeze and try to expel every drop of it. I rub my clit with my fi...gers, causing a few more spasms, each with a little more cum for him. When the flow seems to be complete, he asks again, "Qui êtes-vous?" "I am Sister Pain. Your loving wife has sent me as your birthday gift. Though I can barely see why you would deserve me." "Parlez-vous français?" "Oui, je suis français et je parle français. But I would not. “Here, let me position these under you to help.” As she got closer to me I noticed that the paint smudged tan blouse that she wore was now open at the top and 3 buttons were unbuttoned. I am sure I had noticed earlier that only the top button was open. She leaned towards me and it gaped open exposing a view of her left breast. I could see the hardened tip of her nipple and the deep pink areola. This site caught my attention and started to arouse me as I had been before. She continued to fuss. Agnes opened the door and the duo walked in. Agnes pushed Leslie against the wall and kissed her hard on her mouth. She unbuttoned her blouse and helped her take her shirt off. She unclasped her bra and held her breasts in her hands while passionately kissing Leslie on the mouth.Agnes unzipped her skirt and helped her out of it. Agnes got down on her knees and smelled Leslie’s panties. She kissed and licked her satin panties while Leslie moaned. She had never had a sexual experience with. My hand caressed her ass and squeezed it. I gave her a crack on the ass and asked her, “Are you a dirty little slut?” She gasped and flinched as my hand made contact with her ass, then breathlessly said, “Yes.” I slapped her other ass check harder and said, “Yes what?” She hesitated for a moment then shakily said, “Yes, Sir.” “Mmm,” I growled as I rubbed her reddening cheeks, “That’s better.” My hands slid down her ass and I gripped the crotch of her panty hose and ripped them open. She gasped.