Karen's pussy was flooding with fuck-juice, wet and puckered and hot, and Laura caressed it with her fingers, bringing new desperate moans to Karen's ...hroat. The more she kissed and sucked the girl's breasts and toyed with her pussy, the more urgent Karen's whimpering grew, the more she churned and quivered and strained for release."Do you want it?" she whispered."Y... yes!" Karen stammered."Do you want it hard?" Oh yes!" Beg me." Oh please! Please, Laura... please!" Please what?"Karen's dark. After awhile I flip the switch and a warm to cool rinse refreshes us. We crowd into a smaller room and warm air jets from many angles dry us off. I take Milan to a waist high pole, walk her up to it, step to the other side and restrain her wrist on lockable bungy cords. Her ankles are spread wide and restraining devices attached. There she is bent at the waist, tits hanging, legs and arms spread and restrained, there to be used and enjoyed. Sasha is now taken across the room to a barrel rack, I. I had seen Casablanca many times before, so I kept looking over at her in the passenger seat during certain scenes to watch her reaction.About halfway though, she reached across the armrest and held my hand, interlocking her fingers with mine. I was so nervous and focused on her embracing me, that I completely missed the part where they overcome the entire bar by playing the French National Anthem. I didn’t care, it’s not important, even if I hadn’t seen it before it didn’t matter, Meredith was. Was she masturbating with my panties?I had been watching Catching Fire and fallen asleep. This was a nice way to wake up. I popped my mouth off Daddy’s cock since no more of his yummy cum was firing out, and moaned, “It wasn’t a dream. I’m so happy! That was yummy, Daddy!”Daddy grinned down at me. He was the most handsome man in the world, standing tall over me with his dark hair and glasses. He had that masculine cut to his face. When I was a little girl, I wanted to marry him. To be his wife.