You never do try on the panties - you pull my head closer to you, and tell me not to stop tonguing your pussy. I don't stop until I feel your body shu...der, and you squeeze my head closer still, and all I can do is enjoy the moment, as I inhale the lovely scent of your pussy and taste your wetness as you cum.GapI find some cargo pants that I want to try, so you follow me into my fitting room. But I am your slave today, so I don't want you to help me. I will put on a show for you instead as my. The babies had stayed up for almost two hours, then Andrew put them back to bed. He touches them on the forehead as he places them in the crib and they fall right asleep. I made him sit with us. We were still in bed, Donnie and I. These feedings at all hours of the day and night are a bit trying. Of course, Andrew is right there with us, and yet he never seems to be tired. I asked him, “Andrew, isn’t it about time you told us? We are your wives, you know.”He looked surprised. I know that look.. The resulting waffle-iron pattern made me grin even as I groaned, trying to keep hold of my control and not cum in the fluttering channel I was buried in.Picking the riding crop back up in place of the whip, I thrust one last time into her cunt, not burying the knot but leaving it pressed firmly against her painful cunt lips, then began striking her nipples with the stiff little square loop. False pleasure crashed down upon her as well, making her cum; she squealed and bucked, convulsing around. I envied their discipline, even as I feared their intentions.They had to cross twenty-some feet of open hangar, and I had the tug to protect us. That was our only advantage, and unless I tipped the odds in our favor, we were toast. Thinking fast, I laid flat on the floor and shot the closest one in the ankle, from under the tug.He didn't like that very much. His scream was not of pain. It was a primordial scream of rage and hatred. It was so loud, I almost forgot about the second shooter. He.