"I want to check how your slutty white wife's pussy tastes…" He smiled as he looked at me sarcastically. Ana's tightly trimmed blond muff accentuate... her puffy pink labial folds, so easily separated and so inviting to the tongue. Looking down between her legs, Anita watched that black bastard licking her inner thighs, teasing her as he pulled her legs over his broad shoulders. She looked at me lying on the floor; her beautiful eyes full with tears. I could not help her at all…I only could watch. "Oh good Christ, ho ho what are you doing uhh to me?" "Just playing a game with you, honey. Remember you can't tell anyone." He moans into her ear. "Anyone I tell can wear me like a toy daddy, that's it fuck me, please oh god you're hurting me; mark flips me over onto my knees and forces the top of my body to lay on the couch shoulder, swapping again I explain in detail as I ease my finger into her pink rose bud making her squeal urging me on to explore her every crevice, I ease my finger out. The traffic was mercifully light today, as Donna drove to Bill's apartment. She pulled into a parking space in front of his building and turned off the engine. This was it. Four. She couldn't believe she was about to get - she could hardly bring herself to think the word - spanked. But another part of her brain reminded her that she had only had four cigarettes in a day, instead of two packs. The last time she had tried to quit, the first smoke she snuck set off a chain reaction that sabotaged. I felt a little better, and I put my hands jumped onto Rachel's head. Then she began deep throat me, and I felt like screaming. I knew if I did that, I'd probably offend them. I contained myself, and just put my hand over my mouth. I was sweating up one big storm, and I felt like my heart was on fire. It was more of a sensation, than a pain, but it did hurt a little bit too. "Oh, shit," I muttered. It was unworldly, and I couldn't help, but feel like I was on top of the world. I guess that Pat.