” “Did you let him touch you again?” “I wouldn't let him touch my pussy, but he could tell how wet I was between my thighs.” “Did he ...ouch you at all?” I insisted. “Oh yes!” “Where?” “Mostly my boobs and my bum.” “Did you cum?” “No. Whenever I got close to coming, I made him stop." "Is his cock big?" I asked. “You already asked me that!” “Tell me again… please!” I insisted. "He's longer than you, but skinnier. I can get all of him down my throat if I really try," she. That was remedied when Lisa pulled the panty hose down. When she did so, she paused and gave the crotch of the panties my Princess wore. I just about lost it, but let go of my dick for a moment to let my rushing subside.I told them they HAD to get to the bed, and asked if the camera would permit them to do so - and keep ME in "the game." The Princess smiled, reached over to the laptop, and the image was quickly scrambled. She pulled the luggage stand to the foot of the bed. The two women got on. I bet all the boys would love to get in this ass. I bet you let them too. Huh? You little slut. Answer me."I can barely make you out through the rubber ball, but I am sure you said, "Yes."God, that makes me want to cum. I grab a handful of your hair with one hand, and I reach under you with the other, grabbing a tit. I massage your tit hard under your shirt, and I pull back on your hair as my thrusts become more powerful. I can feel every muscle on your body vibrating with every slap of my body. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calmmyself and started brushing the crimson paint on my pinkie, but before Icould finish a single nail, I had to stop. The feel of the stockings,the electricity that pulsed from my breasts to the tip of my clit wasjust too much. I felt like I was going to wet myself before I even gotdressed.I quickly uncrossed and spread my legs, and tried to think of things noterotic, things not feminine - work, taxes, gas prices? After a fewminutes, I was ready to continue my.