"Oh no, Louise," he answered meekly.The words 'Miss William' bit into him harder than the straps of his tightand oppressive brassiere but he dare not ...how it."That's a good girl," she said in her usual patronising tone. "You knowyou are supposed to ask permission and I'm sure you don't want anotherdemerit on your behaviour chart. You already have two from yesterday. Themistress would be so disappointed."Another demerit and he would find himself summoned to Mummy's bedroom andafter being. . and... don't be mad, but I owe John money. I brought this idea up, and he said if I let him fuck you, I could call us even." So now I'm a fucking whore," shouted Lara."No, Baby, no. You're not. It's just that I wanted to do this for you and to let them see what an amazing fuck you are plus I owe John so much money I could never pay him off. I brought the idea up to them before the money was ever mentioned. It doesn't make you a whore. I wanted to let you experience a gangbang at least once in. We stood as clothing fell to the floor, My pants she undid on her knees and bent red toes, The same with my briefs, if you please, Then she made love to my semi until it was hard. She arose with a smile, satisfied, And fell to the bed of lasciviousness, “Help me off with my jeans,” she cooed, Tattered and two sizes tight, her generation’s garb. I tugged and pulled at the cuff of her slenderness, Her jeans yielded with giggles of youthfulness, And released the scent of her womanliness, Her. I stood up to move to a chair and give Eileen and Byron more space, and it was as if I wasn’t even in the room. They kissed more and more passionately, and had their hands all over each other. Byron lay back, and Eileen crawled on top of him, with her crotch directly over his, grinding together through their clothes as they made out like school kids. I suggested that they might be more comfortable on the bed, and they immediately moved there, only to resume their passionate kissing and.