He takes his hand and runs it up Hannah's smooth leg, slipping underneath her dress to her naked pussy. Of course she isn't wearing panties, he thinks...as he strokes her lips, teasing her clit with his thumb. She jumps slightly at the contact of his hand between her thighs, but she tries hard to ignore it. He slides a finger deep into her and she stifles her moan. She reaches for her water and drinks it to hide her pleasure as he thrusts another finger deep into her, stroking in and out. He. I wanted to stay in her, but I stared at her butt. I had to violate her bowels. I had to fuck her ass.“Yes, do it,” my wife moaned, her voice thick and throaty. “Ream the little slut's ass. Our baby slut needs a big dick in her. You heard how excited she got when I mentioned the right man fucking her ass. It was you she was thinking of. Our daughter has it so badly for you. She's a daddy slut. Fuck her ass.” My wife's huge tit shook as she humped into Tiffany's face. “Do it. I need to see you. Peter smiled – he had trained her well. She was growing into what he had always desired, a loving, willing and talented submissive lover. “Good girl. You deserve a reward my pet. You get to have my belt for twenty strokes. Each stroke you are to count and to thank me for allowing you this honour. “ “Yes Sir....one, Sir thank you....two, Sir thank you.” Peter took his time with his belt – slowly growing in the pace of the lashings. He noticed that his pets voice getting shaky on the 8th. These two women, very different in their screen personas, don’t mind any of this in the least. In fact, both are showing obvious signs of arousal themselves. Neither had even considered the possibility of rain when leaving for their destinations, but this fluke led to this moment. It was a warm Southern California day rudely interrupted by a freak rainstorm. In an area the size of Metro L.A., it can take an hour to drive somewhere you normally go, and the large population allows even highly.