”I looked over at the pretty 11 year old girl with brown braids wrapped around her head and pert little breasts, nay just the suggestion of breasts ...ising and falling on her chest. I smiled at her and nodded. She winked back, then we both dissolved into giggles at the long table. Sister Agatha looked up from the desk and shushed us, which only made me giggle more loudly. The sister’s face hardened under her starched wimple, and she rose in a flurry of black serge, the long rosary clicking. Take it out, Henry, she panted. I want to show you another place to put your prick now. Henry obeyed her, though it obviously hurt him to do so. Margaret stared at the giant cockshaft as it reappeared from her furry, clinging pussy. The prick was red, dripping with cunt cream, stone-hard with its need to shoot out the load clogging his balls. Margarets asshole tingled and burned as she imagined getting such a huge donkey prick stuffed between her ass cheeks. Margaret rolled over, sprawling on. She shuddered for over a minute before relaxing and saying, “Well, that was nice.”She turned and walked back to her place at the table, her skirt pulling up over Harriet’s head as Harriet remained kneeling on the floor.“Well,” Lois said slowly, “there is only one forfeit left on the wheel so there is no use in spinning it.” She paused and then said, “Harriet, do you need help getting out the bull?”“No,” Harriet said flatly. “It rolls pretty easy until you put the legs down.”A few minutes later,. I wanted to surprise him, just like I did you. And, I wanted to show him I had offered up a small sacrifice to him, one my husband didn't yet know about. When I told him you hadn't seen me shaved yet, he called me a 'little slut'. I liked it, David. No, I fucking loved hearing him say it." Is that how you saw yourself," I asked. "A little slut who was cheating on her husband? Did being that 'little slut' mean as much to you as finally being able to fuck him?" I only know it excited me, David..