Shelley didn't seem to mind my dirty talk, in fact, she liked it as she moaned in agreement with me around my cock which was in her mouth. I pushed my...cock deeper into her mouth and she moaned around me. I pushed deeper again and she resisted when I hit the back of her throat, but eventually she relented and I managed to slip into her throat. I then held the back of her head and thrust into her throat, which felt incredible. "Yes," I moaned out loud. "Like a true little slut."I let Shelley. Then to my horror I hear a whispering outside the door, and it starts to swing open. I find myself staring directly at a couple of girls who I remember seeing downstairs. They get a full frontal of my bare tits, and the back of Harry’s head buried between my thighs. From their point of view, it must look as if he’s performing cunnilingus on me. I smile sweetly at them. “Could you just give us a minute?” I say sweetly. “He’s nearly finished down there.” The girls giggle. One of them seems to. Amanda nodded. She could feel the heat of her tears collecting in the tight spaces of her rubber hood.“Not only did you orgasm without permission, you are within a hair of slicing yourself to ribbons.”The bound girl could almost feel Mistress squatting down beside her, looking down at her with a venomous look twisting her face with a pent-up rage. Amanda felt her leash being taken up and yanked. She practically gagged as Mistress hauled her up onto her feet and practically dragged her through a. I clamped it. She gasped and bucked, her juices running down the clothespin, soaking the wood. The tangy passion swelled, my own cunt aching with delight.“Mmm, that's hot,” moaned Stefani. “Don't you think, Daddy? Isn't she such a beautiful whore?”“Yeah,” groaned her dad.“But she needs something else. Daddy, fetch that butt plug for me.”Mr. Armstrong obeyed his daughter. He grabbed the thick, black cone and rushed it over to his daughter, his cock bobbing before him. It was so small compared to.