“Tell me.”I remove his cock from my mouth. “I'm a bad lesbian.”“Tell me you live to serve my cock.”I look at his huge cock in front of my ...ace, slick with my ass juices and saliva. I'm on my knees, bare toes sinking into his carpet, my butt stretched.But I can't say it. I don't know what this was; maybe a spur-of-the-moment thing. I come to my senses and stand up.“What are you doing, slut?”“Don't call me a slut. I'm an adult with a girlfriend and a house.”“You're covered in semen. You submitted. It was still relatively early and we didn’t want to part. If fact, our hands were so tightly intertwined, it was almost painful. However the pain was not a sad one but one of joy, we had finally reached a new plateau in our relationship and sealed it with a kiss. Now what to do? We of course remembered the baby you had left at home in the care of you sister – Joy was only about five months old and the product of your last relationship. He had bailed as soon as you told him your were pregnant. It was only on the seventh cut that a sound passed his lips. Spurred on by this, I made each of the remaining five cuts count; on the tenth cut I was rewarded with a yelp. At this stage I stopped examining the damage by hand and at the same time placing a number of vicious smacks on each cheek, this brought about a number of plaintive yelps. I then delivered the next two cuts in quick succession, I smiled as he screamed, all in all I proud both of Zack and my handiwork. It was then time for. Down came her shorts, and then her damp white panties, which stuck wetly to her thighs. Rachel’s shorter, well muscled legs ended in an ass just as tight and fit as Shandra’s, if a little wider. Her pussy was more visible beneath her pale yellow hair, which ran in a sparse strip down the middle of her mound. I guided Shandra onto the bed and laid her long legs back into the air exposing the bright pink treasure waiting there. ‘Rachel, hold Shandra’s ankles back like this. That’s it, pull them.