? She taps them again. ?You know, I could just let them hang there all night. I don’t really have to fuck you. I can just play with your pink li...tle ass.? She smacks her again with the crop, ?or your little, purple nips.? She taps the weights together again.?Master, I mean Mistress Bambi, would you please fuck me,? says Ms. Baker.?Beg me. Beg me to fuck you, you bitch.?Ms. Baker begs her to fuck her; in her worthless pussy and in her tight asshole. Bambi moves to the back of the stocks. ” “What a jerk.” I stepped up beside her, gently put my hand on her lower back in comfort and asked, “Well, certainly he took the opportunity to make it up to you some other time this week, right?” “No! He hasn’t even expressed interest in sex with me this week. Too busy with his fantasy football league crap to bother with his own wife.” The fool. “Well, how about I offer you a massage then?” I slid my hand down over her ass. She tensed slightly at my advance but didn’t pull away. “Ummm, I’m. She was kissing Sue’s neck, sucking on the tendons, and moved to her ear. Sue squirmed, but held still, allowing her friend to have her way with her, arousing her, her thighs squeezed together, trapping Marybeth’s hand. Then Marybeth pulled back, began undoing the blouse, unbuttoning, pulling it away, almost too quickly, exposing my wife’s half cup bra encasing most of her small breasts. Marybeth’s hand slipped inside one cup, fondling her roughly, pulling the breast out, squeezing it, showing. His other hand moved between my legs, pushing aside my short skirt. and found my wet pussy. His mouth back to my mouth, and he said. "i know what you want".He sat back down, and pushed me to my knees , gently, by my shoulders, as my mouth went to his cock. He caressed my breasts while i suck his cock hungrily. I was crazy, i kissed his stomach, sucked his balls, and went back to his long cock. he pulled off my shirt and bra. then he lifted me up and whisper "sit on me babe".. i did, pushed.