"Now are you going to be a good little slut and take your punishment, or am I going to have to force it on you..?" Mandy asked."Yes Ms. Mandy, I'll be...good." Sarah nodded back but was stunnedby another hard slap."You just don't learn, do you?!" Mandy snapped at her, "Don't say, another, word!" She slapped her again.Mandy grabbed a ball-gag from the small side-table by the chair and put it on her slut, "If you can't stop talking, I'll make you!" She told as she strapped it on her, now Sarah. He moved up on her stopping at her sweet tits. Around and around his tongue went teasing her nipples and then drawing them into his mouth. Now was their time as he directed his dick into her wet pussy. She moaned as she felt him glide it in, further until just touching her cervix. She made a hi pitched squeal as shivers traveled thru her body. His warm body met hers as her arms went around his neck. They moved together helping each other slide themselves in and out of her pussy, and. He heard footsteps on the metal deck behind him and turned to see Mister Cohen and some of the Ginzels hurrying behind him, green as fuck miners who had been deployed to the rig and had to be taught the basics of running the equipment.Cohen move up beside him and raised a hand to further shield his dark goggles, his rebreather exhaling clouds of mist. Darrel pointed towards the figure in the distance, dark against the snow.“You see? I told you Mister Cohen, it’s the spook!”“Well I’ll be. To avoid such annoyance I would keep to myself in the living room. This night she was wearing these tiny shorts with "cute" written across her ass. These were the type shorts that when she sat down and crossed her legs (which was her favorite sitting position) you could see her panties. Tonight she wore a wife beater with these shorts and after a brief glimpse, no panties. I saw a smooth pussy that was looking back at me. "Fuck you, Abby." I thought to myself. After a couple hours of listening.