Answering her sexual needs without somebody else to stimulate her physical desires had seen her taking to the internet in search of first dating sites... and then, after despairing of the obvious fake postings, had then taken to the fetish sites.She needed something out of the ordinary to re-energise her sex drive and get her out of the slump that her post-breakup had triggered. The answer, however, was not something new and outrageous but rather a stirring of an old passion…Chloe had hit puberty. She looked at Caroline and commented, “No time like the present,” and untied the sash at her side. Caroline nodded in agreement and pulled her tank top off, to be followed by Maggie stripping as well. Mary was faced with the decision of stripping like the others or running out and stripped down as well. Caroline took a crocheted bikini from a drawer and put it on. Her suit was marginally larger than the others but consisted mostly of an open latticework. Once dressed, the women were forced to. We’re going to take turns fucking your tight little pussy and then, when we’re done with you, will drop you off at home so you can tell your daddy all about how you got fucked by lazy ass negroes. I bet he’d like that. His precious little daughter full of black cum. I bet you’ll like it even more, though, won’t you?” She squealed into her gag as he forced her legs apart, driving his tongue inside of her. She’d only read about this, never experienced it. Despite what everyone thought, she’d been. She dropped the pile on the floor (carefully enough so as not to ruin anything.)“K,” she said, straightening back up and putting her hands on her hips. “Tell me to strip.”Emma blinked, caught off guard and not comprehending. “Huh?”“Tell me to strip,” Jess repeated. “Come on, I saw that dominatrix side of you at the dinner party. I know she’s in there.” She put her hands on her hips waiting for the command.“Oh, uh, ok, strip,” Emma said. Jess rolled her eyes contemptuously and gave Emma a.