Daddy was painfully ticklish and he HATED to be tickled. Licking my lips, I placed the tip of the feather on his forehead, lightly dragging it over hi... face… throat… chest… the side of his body… across his stomach… over his cock… balls… inner thigh… over one knee to the foot and the sole… He was twisting furiously, trying to squirm away from the feather. He was laughing, but there was anger and frustration in his face.Then I slowly travelled upwards again… This time on the other leg. He was. Roger was trying to keep up with the flow, but it was a losing battle, as he moaned into her pulsating pussy, her thick thighs squeezing his head tight.Finally her orgasm began to dissipate, her legs releasing Roger’s head. She fell back on the counter top, her body still lightly shaking as she breathed heavily. Roger knelt on the floor, trying to catch his own breath, his face glistening with Amy’s juices.John stepped back and looked at Roger, “how was it?” Roger didn’t say anything, just. Making her way in my cabin she gave me a meeting hug."Yes yes, how can I help my fellow mistress?" Her first words, as soon as she touched me."I'm looking forward to Tushar's services as a slave for a longer time than I decided." I hurriedly spoke in a go still her in my arms."And?" And I'm nervous." I felt very low mentally. Mrs. Mehra gave a satirical laugh. She sat in the chair with her legs crossed."I always doubted your abilities Hemangini. This things are just not for the ladies of your. "See Jackson, this is what I was talking about" Hayley said. " Watch your cock go in and out you deviate"I would never forget the site of my cock dissapearing into her ass and her quivering legs thrusting up and down as I fucked her. Irene was enjoying it also now lying on the bed facing us while she played with herself!"Now I am gonna finish you off you little fucker, said Irene. "Ever heard of a snow job"? Irene then want to the fridge and got out some ice, put it in her mouth and proceeded.