“How far along are you?” Isabella asks as Sheba shifts to let the whore explore her back.“About three months,” Sheba replies with a hiss.“An... sharp pain?”“No.”“Good. Fists?”“At first. Thus the face. He kicked me when I curled on the floor.”The examination continues lower, to hips, ass and thighs. Looking for spurs, Isabella presses deeper. “Okay?” she asks.“Despite the pressure, I can feel the care. Just bruises. But he did hurt me most ... here,” Sheba points at her genitals.“That would hurt. His visitor looked like a character out of Harry Potter, in a long, dark, hooded garment. The face was hidden deep within the folds of the hood. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice quivering."Think of me as your spiritual guide, or your advisor," his visitor replied in a deep, resonant voice. "But who I am is not important. It's you, or where you are, that matters right now. So, Tom, how was your day?" The entity laughed at his own question, in a way that sent chills up Tom's spine. There was a. Her eyes started to close and she squeezed her legs together, tilting her head back in pleasure. Still massaging hr tits with her left hand, she slowly moved her right hand down her chest, across her stomach and landed it on the fuzzy patch between her legs. I was wide-eyed, staring and rubbing my 14 year old penis as it got harder from the show I was watching. Amber spread her legs apart wide enough for her hand to get in between. Her left thumb and index finger now pinching her nipple and her. Any attempt by Emma to bring order was futile as I rolled over and had Gemma lay on top of me and kissed my neck. I could see Hayley squatting over Aisha’s face from the corner of my eye and there were kissing sounds and gentle murmurs of enjoyment rippling around the mat. I quite liked the somewhat clammy vinyl on my back as Gemma turned round, giving me her pussy to eat as she set about licking me out. I put my left hand out and found my fingers probing something warm and moist. Well.