The sum effect was visible in Derek's eyes, in the hungry look on his face -- and the long, stiff, throbbing bulge inside his trousers."My mother call...d," she said quietly, hands clasped behind her back -- an attitude that made her tits thrust out towards him in brazen offering -- "and she said she'd be a little late." Uh-huh." He seemed incapable of responding with anything more complicated.Charlene let her smile widen slightly. She leaned forward till she was standing straight. Her legs were. Instead of rubbing your face between my breasts as I expected you to though, you tug me to the other side of the bed, away from my much-needed glasses. Your deep chuckle makes my already wet pussy tighten and you pin my arms under your body, kissing my face and murmuring into my ear that I can just feel my way around. I laugh, blindly running my fingers over your blurry silhouette. I like this game. Gently pulling me atop you, you use one hand guide my own over your face, feeling your smile and. Brian fidgeted and moaned softly as the woman stroked his genitals.?Frustrating, isn’t it?? she asked him, with a nasty tone to her voice. ?All cocked and loaded, as it were, but unable to pull the trigger.?The woman who’d been playing with Jenni’s nipples moved her attention down to Jenni’s pussy, stroking the moist folds and plucking at her clitoris.Then they stopped, passed out of the teepee and closed the flap. ?Oh, fuck!? Brian muttered when he was sure they were out of hearing. ?Do women. “Yes, my lord, please beat my tits and not my cunny.”The Beast smirked at her. “Beg me. Leave your slit out of it and explain to me why you need to have your tits beaten. What is it about you that is so reprehensible that taking a crop to your chest is a fitting punishment?”“My lord, I’m a slut. I deserve to have my tits beaten because I’m dirty and I teased you with— Aah!”The Beast had struck a quick blow to the top of Rose’s thigh with the crop. “That’s not an explanation. You’re just.