" All three got on the bed. "Ula, roll over and work their holes. I'm going to work yours." Ula did as I requested. The little slave girls were smilin... until I added, "First." Then, they became a little apprehensive.Ula put her hands, one to each of the girls' cunts, and began fingering them. Both of them were wet and two fingers went into each twat easily. I pushed into Ula's wet cunt with my prick and began to slowly fuck her hole with the long strokes that she enjoyed. She had three fingers. She noticed this & closed the button that very moment but didnt say anything.That whole night i couldnt sleep & masturbated thinking about it.from that day onwards i went every day afternoon to her house when her son used to play or sleep & no one else. I used to keep staring there always & this she marked & tried to stop coming in front of me or avoid me but i didnt care.Whenever i used to think about those boobs & ass of her i used to go like magnet to her thinking that again same visual i. A pile of papers – documents that he needed to review for a case at work - sat on the couch beside him, accusingly, waiting for his attention. Lionel pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers and stared across at his hi-fi. He blinked. The music had stopped but he wasn’t even sure how long ago. A half drunk cup of coffee stood on a low table in front of the couch. Lionel could see it was cold just by looking at it.This was worse than the days before a visit to Clerkenwell, he thought,. These left them drained and weak-kneed, but not satisfied. Both knew where things were heading. But they arrived sooner than either one had expected.The next time, however, things were very different. As they counted down the days to the next family weekend, both knew what was going to happen. This knowledge sent the tension and anticipation levels soaring. When the day arrived, they were too horny to wait for the safety of night. And when it happened, the release was so great they couldn't be.