She had to watch her breathing rhythm as more and more of him vanished inside her, in a progressively more violent manner. Soon he lifted his one knee...and placed a foot one side of her. The other knee was still in contact with the bed and his hands eased her buttocks apart as he pumped a bit more. Eventually he did the same with both legs and he crouched behind her, his knees in the air either side of her as he pummelled her bum hole. By now she was groaning as she breathed. K. picked up pace. .are you French?” “Yes!” “Ah OK. You’re so pretty! I love your accent too.” “Ooh thank you! “You are lovely also,” she said. “So blonde!” It was the summer and my already blonde hair had bleached even more, including my eye brows. “Hey Megan!” I said, catching up with my house mate. “I think I found someone to share.” Megan turned round and I still remember the look on her face. “Hi!” She said, brightly. “This is Mathilde. Mathilde meet Megan.” Megan looked at me and I knew she was thinking the. Her movements were so graceful and fluid and sexy. She turned her back to me and bent low as she unfastened the straps of her shoes that wrapped around her ankles. Her shoes removed, she turned again to face me. Slowly she took off her tank top and discarded it carelessly to the floor. In her bellybutton was a ring that had a light blue stone in it. Still swaying, she lifted up her skirt just enough to give me a glimpse of her white panties which stood out in such contrast to her brown skin. I. "What do we have here? Fresh meat?" added her friend, Marion."I beg your pardon! You will address me as Mistress Grace, not 'fresh meat'!" Linda's mother replied.Debbie and Joy both looked at each other in dismay. Neither knew Grace very well, but Debbie knew that Marion could be a pushy bitch at times and was afraid where this might be going."Ladies, let me introduce everybody," she volunteered. "This is my friend and fellow Femdom spanko, Marion, and these are our submissive husbands, Bill.