"He owns me."I got one of her legs above my hip and, with some difficulty and some battering and poking, slid my rigid lance into her puckered slit. O...ce the head had popped in, it got much easier. She cried out and leaned back as pulled her other leg up and drove deeper into her tiny pink crevice, my hands full of her hard butt. I watched my shaft slowly disappear into her, seemingly turning her lips inside out. Then she hooked her ankles behind me, and with a grunt, I sank my long rod all the. She then takes my penis in her soft hands, and begins to stroke it. Later, she puts it in her mouth and starts to lick the head leaving me in deep pleasure. I took my dick out and started to masturbate. As I was on the verge of blowing up, I heard a soft knock on my door. "Chris, are you awake?" Carol asked."Yeah." I said. "Come in, Carol." Hey, I can't sleep. Is it ok if I join you?" She shyly asked."Sure, sure. It's your house so help yourself." I said.She then took the other side of the bed. “You don’t have any pubic hair. How novel. I’ve never touched a hairless one before.” She continued her exploration of the dancer’s dampening pussy as it got wetter and wetter. When she turned her hand over and started stroking the roof of Bree’s vagina and sliding over her g-spot the dancer pushed backwards until those fingers were deep inside. She moaned and began fucking those long, nimble fingers, shuddering and whimpering like a virgin. The palm of her other hand caressed Bree’s buttocks. The room was small, the smell musk. It was both untidy and dirty. Several adult magazines littered the floor. In a bunk was a thin rolled-up mattress.On the wall were several photographs, Andre with three women. She guessed one in the picture was his wife, and the other two were his daughters. They looked around their early to mid-twenties.Andre untied the mattress. As it unrolled itself onto the bunk, she could see several stains and rips. He was now in front of her, his hands roaming her. She.