She stared into my eyes as she leaned her head over, holding the phone against her shoulder, licked a few fingers of her left hand, moved her panties ...o one side and began to finger herself in front of me. I was perplexed. I wanted to move as much as I wanted to watch. Besides if I were down there and someone picked up the line the other end it could be me that got into trouble as well as her. She leaned back, craning her legs apart more so I had an even better view and placed two fingers. When he tugged her up and positioned her kneeling on the chaise by the chair he'd vacated, she was more than ready to be fucked, but Patrick had other ideas. She felt the spank sting and warm her ass, making her cry out in both pleasure and pain. One after another rang out in the room, accompanied by the occasional finger fuck. Marissa was delirious with need, aching with desire when he finally knelt behind her and thrust himself into her waiting pussy. She cried out in pleasure as he filled. Her hips twisted side to side as she screamed in pain. “Open your legs slut!” Tears ran down over Monique’s pretty face as she tried to spread her thighs while her muscles burned and quivered uncontrollably. As soon as Monique had her legs splayed wide I brought the flogger down on her aching, pulsing cunt, making her wail in complete and abject misery. Her knees closed like butterfly wings in flight as I dragged the beaded tails over her skin. “I said keep them open bitch!” . I would gladly give it all to her but wanted to be with her when it happened. I wanted to be with her all the time, serving her, but didn't want her to just take my money. It was selfish, I know, but it was realistic too. Finally she called. I could hear other people in the background laughing and a TV going."Hey Freak. Remember me?" She asked when I answered."Yes ma'am. How are you?" You will call me Miss Crystal for now. Now shut up and put your listening cap on. I've thought you.