Be a good pet and clean my beautiful foot with your soft, wet tongue."The thought of licking the grime and dust from her foot was revolting. But also ...o forbidden and sensual. I could only imagine how it felt to her. I licked, starting from her heel and running my tongue all the way up to her toes and delving in the cleft in between. The taste in my mouth became slightly sour, but her moans and delighted giggles more than made up for it."Play with yourself, enjoy the moment," she purred, and it. My exterior appearance was enough to forestall any questions of who I was and what the fuck was I doing there. I did my best to make myself scarce and kept a low profile in the background because my survival depending on my not being considered a threat to those around me.We only had one bed in the room but it was big enough for the three of us and we set up little pillow cots on the floor for the kids. When I was growing up as a small child on the streets of New York City, we would always get. He pulls my hair and I pull back. I love the feeling of being used.His cock is still hovering at the entrance to my dripping cunt. I’ve forgotten about it but now he enters me. I snicker gently in pleasure, like a kitten being stroked he always used to say. He tells me:“touch yourself”I don’t want to.He slaps my arse, hard.“I said touch yourself”No, I say“now”There are no questions, its only orders. He spanks me again, repeatedly, each time in a different place. His face doesn’t change as he. Agarro con una mano el culo de la profesora y se lo abro, me corro, me corro, me corro-¡aghhhhhhhhhhhh!-¡siiiiiiiiiiiiiii!, dice ella mientras se apoya la cabeza en la mesa y empieza a masturbarse con una mano.Ya no miro a las vecinas, sobo el culo de la Srta. Miller, de la profesora, de “la señorita” de mis fantasías, comienzo a cubrirlo de mi leche, esta precioso. ella comienza a convulsionarse, noto como se corre-¡ah! ¡ah! ¡ah! ¡ahhhhhh!, gime mientras se corre la puta, estaba en celo, veo.