“So Wendy, do you like it when a woman eats you? Do you like it when a woman sucks on your juicy cunt?” Laura asked. “Yessss…” Wendy s...ammered. “Do want me to keep kissing your pussy or should we stop and let your husband do it?” “You… you…I want you to finish me off. Please, please let me cum!!” Wendy begged. Laura just smiled. She bent down to Wendy’s gushing pussy. She sucked Wendy’s clit until it stood out like a cold nipple then moved to slurp all along Wendy’s. I’m stuck.” I chuckled again, this time actually feeling not only the humor, but the frustration. Arisol nudged at Sally’s prone figure in an attempt to wake her, she was still breathing, her heart still beating at a nice quick pace, but she indeed was out cold. Seeing this Arisol knelt between our legs to see if there was anything that could be done of the other part or the dilemma. On close inspection, and I do mean close as in her forehead pressed to Sally’s butt, her nose. My young breasts fell free of the fabric. He grabbed one of my nipples and twisted it. I cried out, but was unable to move from the shock of having my daddy's hands on me."You were! You were out whoring your body around!" He yelled. I shook my head again. "No, daddy, I wasn't! I'm still a virgin!" I told him. He stopped abusing my nipple and stared at me. He looked down at my body again, and then pointed out the couch."Bend over and put your hands on the couch." He told me. I walked over to the. The burning itch was maddening. “Oh!” she cried, “It burns!” “Are you in pain?” James asked, concerned. “No…I don’t think so,” she answered. James helped her up, chuckling softly at her wiggling. He knew just how strong the concoction was. Just recently, a Chinese geisha had used it on him. He wrapped her in her cloak, securing it tightly, and escorted her back downstairs. Victoria’s breath hitched, as she stepped outside. The air was sharply cold. A frigid draft of air sneaked up her.