He remarked on how Vicky’s hole was running with her juices, l told Vicky to spread her legs because l was going to fist her, Syd couldn’t believe...his eyes as my fist disappeared into the dark depths between my sister’s legs, l got near up to my elbow inside her she arched her back and began to orgasm shouting at me to give her more. Syd was sat watching Vicky twist and convulse on my arm, l could see he was eager to take his turn, so sliding my arm from her gaping hole, l told him to try and. " What, no teen fumblings?" Not here. Dad caught me a few times with a boy in the house, and once with a girl, but that's a different story." Were you a bad girl then?" Medium." So why not in here? It's clearly perfect." It's not. Zero privacy in here. There aren't even any drapes." Oh. Yeah, didn't notice that. Why not?" Never seemed to be a need when I was a kid, and now I hate to change anything." But ... what about - well, the bath for instance?" I just ignore it all. Carry on the same.". In other words he was going to cum in me so many times. His favorite position was missionary and me on top. He wanted to look at the boy he was loving. That way he knew whether or not I was into it. One time when I was on top and leaning back a little so I could move and go up and down, he was playing with my cock and telling me that boys like me don’t come around too often. Especially for a man like him. So why him? I told him he was not the first older man I’ve been with. That boys my. ”“Good, I will call you slut, as you requested. I think the name suits you. If this evening goes as well as I hope, would you like a collar?” he inquired.More wetness. “Yes, please,” she found herself saying.“Beg me for it,” he said abrasively.“Please, I want you to give me a collar,” she found herself genuinely begging.“Perfect,” he said. “I will get you a collar that has your name on it. Slut is your name now in private. When we are in public, I will call you Emily.”“My name isn’t Emily,” she.