I looked down the street but still no sign of life. Sunday mornings are always quiet here. And there was my ice bucket sitting on my little bench next...to the front door. Must have been my new neighbor I thought and took the ice bucket into the house.In the kitchen I rinsed the bucket and wiped it dry. Put it in the pantry and when I got out I saw her. She was in her backyard, wearing a white T-shirt and khaki cargo pants. She was moving empty boxes out of the house. She has a bit of a tan,. I went into the hall, it was empty except for the three girls. They howled with laughter and took photos me from all angles. They led me to the school bus, the driver wasn’t there yet, they dragged me to the upper deck.In the middle of the deck, they made me take off my mini-skirt and handcuffed my wrists to a rail in the ceiling then tied my ankles to the bases of the seats on either side of the aisle so that my legs were spread wide. Mary tied a shoelace tightly around my cock and balls to. "Angique sighed."Yes. And then I had to spoil it all by trying to make you my slave." She smiled sadly into a face that shone with the remnants of her cunt juices. God, she thought, I know no one who eats me like she does. Why don't I feel better?"No, Angique," Ishtar said after clearing her throat. "It was me who spoiled it. I was thrilled by the idea of being your slave girl. But I am a weak-willed slut, unable to be loyal even if it is the very thing I want to be. And believe me, tendresse,. . and male sweat too. I started kissing her ass, little wet kisses all over her abused buttocks. And I swear she reacted to each and every one of them with a sigh, a shiver, a moan or a quiver.This girl has one super-sensitive backside, I thought.Did I dare?Why not? This was already so far beyond anything I had ever imagined. I extended my tongue and, starting at the base of her spine, I dragged it down into the crack of her ass until it reached the tight little ring of her anus."Ohhh!" she.