Pepper would learn all too soon why the luxury of a double bed was afforded every sissy at Clara Bow’s academy.Bruce Janner cursed after he had hand...d the bottle of Vodka to the sissy. He looked up at the ivy clad wall down which he had dropped to the roof of the potting shed, and licked his elbow where he’d skinned it.“I’ll use the ‘bunny run’ next time; it’s a bit of a walk to the far end of the wall but if it’s good enough for the girls on their illicit tours…” The sissy he’d given the. An hour later, she comes in, apolozing. She had a “client” in her office and it took longer than she thought. Her outfit tonight was different. Boots up to her ankels. Red stockings. White skirt and leather top. All during dinner she tease me with nipple slips. Roaming hands and kisses.We got in our cars, drove seperatly to my motel and walked to the elevator. As we passed the front desk, she told the clerk to not bother us in rom 304 for an hour. He smilled and nodded.Once in the room we. It took me like 10 minutes to find it. It was a simple text I wanted to notify my girlfriend-we arrived safe and I’m missing you every second. Love you. After texting I went back to the tent and what I found made my heart pound harder. Jane had changed her shorts and sleeveless t-shirt to a sleeping gown. She looked beautiful and peaceful as a baby as she was sleeping. I decided to take a nap too so I went to the other corner of the tent. I knew it was uncultured but I did it all the same. I. Shit!’ I announced. ‘Fuck this pussy, daddy!’ Rosita yelled. I was fucking her deeper and harder. Rosita’s eyes were rolling, and she moaned loudly. She was twisting, letting me know I was hitting her spot. She dug her nails into my back, and I stopped my pumping action. Her pussy cream milked my dick and I released myself. I pulled Rosita on top of me, and she bounced up and down on my dick. The bedsprings squeaked in a steady rhythm and the headboard bumped against the wall. We both cried out.