She also remembered the way his hand stroked his cock with such familiarity, and the look in his eyes as he came, spraying her bed carelessly, as she ...irected him to. She loved that feeling of control, and the safety that came with it.George’s head was full of ideas now. Naughty ideas, most of which she wasn’t feeling comfortable to put into action. But then she thought of something she could definitely do, and turned carefully, remembering that she’d left her knickers within reach.She picked. She put a shaky hand down to her cuntal mound, felt how soaked with animal spittle she was, then felt the Setter's tongue lap her fingers and the sensitive places between them.Groaning again, Lydia dragged her fingers up her heaving belly and felt the wet streaks they were making against her hot flesh. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back and forth against the wooden railing, her breathing becoming shallow and raspy. It was lovely. She could feel her body running out of control now.. Her pussy was so wet, she had no doubt that her panties were soaked. He bent down and gave her a peck on the mouth. He grabbed her and spun her around, still kneeling on the floor, such that she was bent over the seat of the couch and her ass was towards him. He reached around her and quickly undid her button and zipper. Her pants slid down to her knees easily. Amy was bent over in front of him, her ass barely covered by skimpy pink panties with dark pink hearts on them. They were stuck. Either you undress yourself, or I cut the clothes off you with my knife. I can't promise I'll be careful, though, I might cut you. Will you be a good little nigger and undress yourself?She was shivering in my arms by now. I slowly took my hand off her mouth,and repeated my question. She slowly nodded. In response I grabbed hergreasy hair and slapped her face hard. First she looked bewildered, then Icould see the tears welling up in her eyes.- Good little niggers give proper answers. They.