Do it!??I?I?w..would like?to?be..your slut Mistress,? the girl now sobbing quietly. ?I am sorry honey, I never meant for you to find out.?With a more...relaxed tone, but still firm, ?Say it loudly and correctly. I do not want anyone here to misunderstand you, slut. Let the words burn into your soul. Tell us again what you want.?The slut swallowed, paused, and inhaled slowly. ?I would love to be your slut, Mistress.? Broken, she started to sob uncontrollably. ?Shut up bitch.? The blow. I instantly feel my cunt start to water, I need that cock so fucking bad. I scoot up a bit further, my skirt hiking up enough that I can slide your cock head along my wet slit, giving us the lubrication we need to make this happen. I lean in towards your body as I lower myself onto you. "Oh fucking God" I moan. I can't believe how filled and stretched I am by you. But you fit, and fit so perfectly. I try to focus again on the music so I can play this out as a type of lap dance for you, making. ” Travis pulled out of me and took the condom off. Amy and I got on our knees. Travis jerked his cock and came all over our breasts. Amy and I shared another deep and passionate kiss and we rubbed the come into each other’s breasts. It was a really hot and very erotic evening. We were all pretty drunk and passed out for the night. We all slept till about noon. Once we woke up we took showers. The nice thing about the camper was it had a shower. We fixed lunch and then we went outside and got. This small staff was quite equal to all the requirements, for a canal between Beaucaire and Aiguemortes had revolutionized transportation by substituting boats for the cart and the stagecoach. And, as though to add to the daily misery which this prosperous canal inflicted on the unfortunate inn-keeper, whose utter ruin it was fast accomplishing, it was situated between the Rhone from which it had its source and the post-road it had depleted, not a hundred steps from the inn, of which we have.