Kelly is beautiful and I had seen her on top of my daughter. She had huge, DD tits, a slim waist and deep dark eyes. Her pussy was shaved and the only...tan lines I saw were from one of the smallest bikinis I could imagine a girl wearing!“ You want to fuck someone? You want to have sex with someone that lives in this house? Fine! But first I am going to teach you all about real fucking, you little bitch!” She turned to run but I caught her wrists in my ham-like fists. I pushed her toward the door. He wanted to say all of you but he wanted to be in control and have some fun. "Get down on your knees, and start fingering yourself." John wrote. Almost right away she replied, "mmm yeah tell me what you want, you're getting me so wet." the picture soon followed. he saw nothing but lust in her eyes. he knew that she would do anything he said. Without any encouragement she sent him another message, "I want to be your dirty slut, your dirty secret, I want your cock" and another picture. her. It was almost lunchtime and for the first time since I got up that morning I felt hungry for actual food instead of just for Justin. My stomach growled a little and I tried not to stir so Justin could stay asleep. I had always been a sexual person, or at least I knew I would be when I finally actually had sex. Sex was always on my mind but I had never acted on any of my urges in the past. It had a lot to do with what Justin had questioned me about earlier, my reputation. I was a good girl,. As I said he's a handsome guy, tall, slim and has a rather cheery face and smile and it turns out he has a wicked sense of humour. It was then that I had a bit of a moment to myself, as I sat there, listening and taking in the atmosphere, I wondered how it was that these people came to be this type of fetishist. Looking at Graham for instance, he didn't strike me as the type to layer himself in nylon, neither did Bobby or Mick for that matter. It was playing on my mind a little and Iwanted to.