" Shorter pigtails are just as cute, and her hair was becoming a disasteranyway," said Lauren with a giggle. "But don't worry sweetie, I've stillgot p...enty to curl and I'll do it up all pretty later for the finale.They're got so many pretty things in mind for you girls that should bejust magnificent, but in the end you'll still be my curly girly girl." I'm in a recital?" said Chris ready to puke. "I can't be in one!" Don't panic," said Jeanine, taking his hand. "You'll still be with theyoungest. My hand cracked into Becca's. She groaned, bouncing on Frank's cock. Her pussy slid up his shaft then back down, my husband groaning, his face twisting.The cracks rushed down the line. My ass burned.I smacked Becca on the ass again, grinning as she bucked.And again.I savored the way her butt-cheeks bounced as she writhed on my husband's cock. Her voice was so throaty with pleasure. Her back arched as I spanked her for the fourth time, her blonde hair flying about her head.The cracks rushed. Pound me like the dirty slut I am."I'm not usually one for the dirty talk, but she seemed to want to hear it, so I started whispering in her ear as I fucked her. "You are a dirty little slut. You like getting pounded in the ass. You love it, don't you. Tell me you love to have dicks in your ass," I said."I love it. I love dicks in my ass," she panted. I was pumping so hard that she was coming up off the ground on my in strokes.I pressed her up against the sink and said, "You like fucking in a. What did you say?" I gather that you and Zara have been quite regular drinking partners at the Zenith for quite a while now. Don't worry about how I know this. Although Mr St. John-Easton takes very little notice of the information his security staff gather of activities that might affect his welfare, I've always maintained a very keen interest. It is imperative that I am better informed of such matters than anyone if I am to provide the quality of service Mr St. John-Easton expects." You do?".