She cried out in excited pleasure, "Gahhhh!" Jason had never felt so hot in his life. He plunged his face into his daughter's sweet pussy, while he gr...und his cock against the mattress in his excitement. Almost immediately, he began automatically squirting, his climax coming, without him being able to stop it. But that seemed to have no affect on his lust for his daughter's sweet pussy. "Oh my God, oh fuck daddy, daddy!" Megan cried passionately, bucking her hips, thrusting her hot cunt against. The three of us got into position and Lisa started lapping at Liz’s pussy which brought a groan from her. I positioned my cock against her puckered arsehole and pushed gently – it was a lot tighter than I anticipated and judging by the gasp that Liz made a little tighter than she expected too. I buried my cock to the hilt. “Just hold it let me soak it for a little please” Liz asked. The room went very quiet – all that could be heard was Liz breathing heavily and the rhythmic lapping of her. A missed called from Tamara. He frowned. Giselle led on with a gesture. He placed his phone to his ear as he closed the door behind the three of them.“You girls get started while I make the call,” he directed.“Get started?” Frieda’s eyes went wide and her lips bloomed into a crazy smile. “Me and her?”“Yes, as you wish.” Giselle unzipped her coat and laid it across a small table.“You’re so pretty!” Frieda beamed at Giselle. “I always figured if I had a lesbian thing it’d be with a more butch. .. while one corner of her mind screamed "No!"... another wanted to tell her lips to say,"Take me Bruce. Make me you slave..."That's not what Phoebe said to me at the time. As I sat on one of the trunks in the box-room to take off my shoes and socks, she begged me to let her go. While I took off my pants, I spun her some malarkey about how she had encouraged me to rape her by her comments on an essay I had submitted on one of the Bard's longer poems. Shakespeare doesn't get a mention in Slave.