Biting both the thighs …licking them….her pussy was leaking drop by drop…it was so clean….i was kissing her pussy ….licking her pussy lips�...pavi was shouting ….eat my pussy …drink it …make my pussy dry….it was waiting for your tongue ….lick it ..eat my pussy lips….fuck it, baby ..it was biting her pussy lips….licked so hard …put my tongue inside her pussy….she was lifting her leg and moaning….ahhhha ahhhhha haaaa go deep….fuck fuck fuck fuck …..don’t stop…fuck fuck deep ..deep ..deep..so nice…. At the beginning.She is at that place, the place where need and fantasy split. We all get there. Where fantasy and desire split and go separate ways. Giving way to a need for a physical connection. She craves the sharp, unyielding sting of the paddle as it compresses the curve of her ass. The whistle of a whip as it carves though the air and the crack as it reaches its terminus of her lush hind quarters. An all powerful urgency to hear a cane hiss its way to savage her form, incising those. I can’t tell how her body looks, because it’s hidden under loose fitted jeans and a large employee t-shirt that has the Camp Zion logo on it. “You didn’t hear me calling you,” she barks with a very snotty attitude that reminds me of my step sister Jenny. “You need to come with me.”I give her a stern look. I am pissed off at the way she is talking to me. “Who are you and why do I need to come with you,” I ask with venom already hating her attitude.“You don’t worry about who I am,” she blurts out. (Giggling)R: What?L: Bootsie's sitting by my feet, right now, keeping my feet nice and warm.R: Does he sleep in your bed?L: (Pause) Well... sometimes, but not too often, he sheds and I can't stand that. On those days I'm going to change the sheets, I give him a break.R: Lisa? Does he hump your leg?L: Get out!R: Come on, does he?L: I think all males will on occasion.R: Hmmmm, and horny old you... L: Rachel! Cut it out!R: Ewww! So defensive!L: Not!R: Are too!L: Oh Rachel... can I confide in you?.