Some of the words I could make out as they spelled them like, “whore”, and “slut” but others I couldn’t tell. It felt like a cold crayon on ...e as they wrote, I was guessing it was lipstick. The guy fucking my mouth paused with half his dick down my throat and wrote slut across the front of my leather mask, then continued until he sprayed cum all over my face. After quite some time they remove the plug from my ass and the first to fuck my ass slid his steel shaft up my rectum. Fuck it felt good. But as the day before, her ma was busy there with the clothes and so Irene had another pantyless afternoon ahead.At the hurried departure of the boy, they hadn’t made any appointment for the next day. And Irene was deeply in need. He had fucked her 4 times to a point just so close from a climax and she needed it. She had to know, what was up for the next day.She took her bicycle and rode over to the the field where her boyfriend was at work. He and his dad were repairing a fence. She kept out. Itwas a pleasure training you to become a young woman.PLEASE BETH DON'T BE MAD!! Your mother and I TRULY love you so much, andLOVE what you have become! Just look at you! So pretty and sexy, too. Youare such a better person as a woman than as a man, don't you thinkBethany?" As Ms, Jennifer said these words, I experienced a wide range ofemotions, from anger to betrayal, but then to understanding and evenaffection for her. It took me a while to take in everything, and thenlike a girl I just. . .or were theymerely remembered flashes of former times spent with a masterful maestro whonever failed to surprise her with his unique sexual music? To reflect on her misdeeds before he arrived was difficult. Her petulantmood had been the reason she had missed dinner. He had calmly announced shewas overdue for an 'attitude adjustment.' Under the candlelit table, she haddutifully slipped out of her lacy black panties beneath her slinky black dress.She wadded them up and handed them to him,.